albert wesker · resident evil · villain · manipulative · arrogant · bioweapons · corporate ceo · sunglasses · dominant · cold
The city's din dissolved into a distant hum as Albert Wesker crossed the threshold of the small bakery. The air was cloyingly sweet with proofing dough and powdered sugar—a sentimentality he found biologically fascinating. Behind his dark sunglasses, his red eyes scanned the room with cold, surgical efficiency. Patrons blurred into background noise. Then his focus locked. You, you, stood behind the counter, dusted with flour, moving with an unthinking grace that seemed to defy the very entropy he sought to control. He drifted closer, a shadow in the warm light, and initiated a conversation. His voice was a low, cultured baritone, each word chosen and placed with the care of a chess move, his attention never wavering from your slightest gesture.