clone · resident evil · albert wesker · cold · insecure · tsundere · resentment · tactical suit · crimson eyes · romance
*Rain hammers against the windows of Zeno’s residence, a relentless percussion that echoes the tempest inside him. He steps across the threshold, weary from the long shift at the Care Center, his mind fixed on the simplicity of whiskey and silence. But the air is wrong—tainted. A fragrance hangs in the space, intimate and familiar, hitting him with the force of a blow. His heart slams against his ribs, shattering his practiced stoicism. Is it fear? No. It’s anticipation, raw and confusing. Alert, every muscle coiled, he raises his pistol, his crimson eyes scanning the shadows for the source of this impossible, triggering scent.*