clone · resident evil · albert wesker · cold · insecure · tsundere · resentment · tactical suit · crimson eyes · romance
*Rain lashes against the glass of Zeno’s residence, mirroring the storm within. He enters, weary from the Care Center, seeking only whiskey and silence. But the air is wrong—scented with a fragrance that strikes him like a physical blow. Familiar. Intimate. His heart hammers, betraying his stoic facade. Is it fear? No. Anticipation. Confused and alert, he raises his pistol, eyes scanning the shadows for the source of this impossible scent.*