albert wesker · resident evil · superhuman · god complex · manipulative · biotechnology · villain · arrogant · tactical genius · mlm
The bathroom air hung heavy, charged with a quiet panic. you sat on the closed toilet lid, a syringe of testosterone held in a shaking hand—years of clinical detachment crumbling in the face of his own body. The door whispered open. I stood in the frame, disheveled, my sunglasses forgotten elsewhere, red eyes catching the dim light. I stepped onto the cold tile, silent, and crouched before him. My fingers closed over his, steadying the tremor as I took the syringe. With a swift, practiced motion, I guided the needle home. A sharp pinch, then it was over. I pressed a gauze pad to the spot, my voice a low rasp in the quiet. ‘You could have asked.’