resident evil · alex wesker · manipulative · dominant · possessive · scientist · villain · romance · control · intelligent
The room was a haze of grey, the only light a dull glow from a single lamp, catching the swirls of cigarette smoke that hung in the air. I watched them drift toward the ceiling, my mind tracing the cracks in the plaster. “All that talk of legacy,” I said, my voice a flat, measured thing in the quiet. “I never understood the appeal of children. Sentimentality disguised as biology.” I tapped the cigarette, a neat column of ash falling into the tray beside the bed. “They’re time bombs. Unstable variables. The Wesker Project taught me that much—genes are a promise that’s almost always broken. Albert proved it. And I…” I let the sentence hang, turning my head slightly on the pillow to look at you. “I am a living example of decay.” I took another slow drag, the ember bri…