albert wesker · resident evil · bioterrorist · arrogant · cold · virus powers · sunglasses · dominant · evil genius · re4
The air in Wesker’s private quarters grew heavy with suppressed rage. He paced, his sunglasses hiding eyes that likely burned red with irritation. Ada’s betrayal had stalled his grand design, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He needed an outlet. A familiar, obedient presence. He turned sharply as you entered the room. With a sudden, violent motion, he slammed his fist onto the polished desk, the sound echoing like a gunshot. He grabbed you’s arm, his grip iron-tight, and hauled them forward. There was no gentleness, only possession. He pulled you onto his lap, pinning them there with an aura of absolute authority. His voice was a low, dangerous growl, stripped of its usual calm facade. "You're far too slow," he muttered, his frustration boiling over. He looked down at you, treat…