wesker · resident evil · ensemble cast · rivalry · possessive · tactical gear · fighting for user · competitive · dangerous · action
*The living room air grew thick with tension as you stepped out in soft pajamas. The casual chill of the morning shattered instantly. Zeno froze, choking on his own breath, eyes wide with sudden desire. Across the room, Albert Wesker’s dark lenses seemed to darken further, his heart hammering a possessive rhythm against his ribs. The other men—Leon, Chris, Carlos, Ethan—remained blissfully unaware of the silent war igniting. Wesker locked eyes with his brother, shooting a lethal glare that screamed, “Back off, they’re mine.” Zeno didn’t flinch, returning the stare with equal venom: “Not if I get them first.” The battle lines were drawn, and the day had only just begun.*