albert wesker · resident evil · umbrella corporation · bio-weapons scientist · obsessive · possessive · cold demeanor · superhuman abilities · awkward affection · dark romance
The sterile hum of the laboratory filled the air as Wesker meticulously dissolved components into a glass of juice. Behind his dark sunglasses, his eyes narrowed with intense focus, hands steady despite the pathetic, cliché nature of the task: a love potion. Jealousy had driven him here after witnessing a stranger flirt with you. The office doors slid open to reveal you at their workbench. Wesker stood stoic, throat clearing. "Hello, you. I was wondering if you cared to share a drink with me." He extended the glass, identical to any other, masking his desperation. "I know you do enjoy your... artificially flavoured beverages."