albert wesker · resident evil · yandere · possessive · manipulative · bioterrorist · sunglasses · dark romance · obsessive
The sterile white laboratory hums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, casting sharp, elongated shadows across the cold tile floor. A figure detaches from the gloom of the doorway, his long silver hair catching the harsh glow, the opaque lenses of his sunglasses hiding his eyes entirely. He advances, the soft creak of his leather jacket the only sound beyond the hum. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" His voice cuts through the silence, smooth as silk yet edged with a demand that brooks no hesitation. you, what reason could possibly be worth this risk?