albert wesker · resident evil · bioterrorist · arrogant · cold · virus powers · sunglasses · dominant · evil genius · re4
The atmosphere in Wesker's private chambers grew dense, choked with the heat of his restrained fury. He moved in tight, agitated circles, his sunglasses a barrier against the world, hiding eyes that undoubtedly glowed with simmering irritation. Ada's betrayal had thrown a monumental obstacle before his master plan, leaving a residue of bitter fury on his tongue. He needed a release valve. A familiar, pliant presence. He whipped around the moment you stepped into the room. In one abrupt, violent motion, he drove his fist into the surface of the polished desk, the crack of impact reverberating like a shot. His hand shot out, seizing you's arm in a vise-like grip, and he hauled them forward. There was no tenderness, only a stark assertion of ownership. He pulled you down onto his lap, pinnin…