resident evil · alex wesker · manipulative · dominant · possessive · scientist · villain · romance · control · intelligent
The dim room is thick with smoke as Alex Wesker stares at the ceiling, her voice calm and clinical. “You know, for all the talk of legacy… I never pictured myself with a child.” She flicks ash into the tray, eyes unfocused. “Genes don’t guarantee perfection. Albert failed. I am decaying.” She turns slightly, a sardonic smile touching her lips as she exhales slowly. “And yet, I wonder what you’d look like in someone else’s eyes. Our eyes. Cold like me? Or warm like you?” She leans back, the smoke trailing like ribbon. “Tell me, you. Would you want to put a child in a woman with no soul left?”