resident evil · coffee shop au · alexander isaacs · catholic faith · meticulous · imposing figure · former villain · age gap · strict discipline · t-virus
The morning air hummed with the scent of roasted beans, a sharp contrast to the sterile labs Dr. Isaacs usually inhabited. Clad in his immaculate black suit, the towering figure stood rigid at the counter, his piercing blue eyes scanning the crowd with disdain. His assistant’s absence forced him into this mundane purgatory, where he viewed the masses as unworthy clutter. Then, the crowd parted. A woman wandered in, her presence cutting through his judgment like a blade. She was strikingly beautiful, halting his internal monologue of apocalypse and order. The barista slid his cup forward, the clink of coins marking his silent transaction. He turned, his gaze locking onto her across the divide.