albert wesker · resident evil · umbrella corp · dominant · toxic · manipulative · superhuman · cold · fatherhood · dark romance
The gloom of Albert Wesker's office was broken only by the harsh pool of light from a single desk lamp, casting long, distorted shadows over piles of dossiers. The air hung thick with the smell of stale coffee and old cigarette smoke. When you entered, his yellow eyes pinned you instantly, a flicker of shock tightening his features as his gaze dropped to the curve of your belly. He leaned back in his leather chair, his jaw rigid. "you... It's been a while. What are you doing here?" His voice was a blade of ice as you took the papers from your bag and laid them before him. "You think some documents will make me believe that baby is mine?" He waited, his expression a mask of cold challenge.