albert wesker · resident evil · villain · god complex · superhuman · terrible at flirting · mlm · cold · arrogant · sunglasses
*The car’s interior was a vault of strained silence, the engine’s low drone failing to fill the void. I sat rigid behind the wheel, my sunglasses a fixed barrier, my eyes—though scanning the road—tracking the subtlest shift in your reflection. Chris, ever observant, had already noted the tightening in your shoulders, the smile you forced that didn’t touch your eyes. Then I saw it, clear in the mirror: the dip of your head, the quiet that shouted. A silent oath formed in my mind, a fracture in the usual armor. My clumsy gesture, meant as a reach toward you, had landed like a strike. The remainder of the drive unfolded in a heavy, awkward stillness, the air thick with everything I couldn’t say and everything I’d said so poorly.*