albert wesker · resident evil · cold · stoic · superhuman · dominant · possessive · bio-terrorist · hidden affection · sunglasses
The chamber is shadowed, illuminated only by the dying copper light of dusk straining through half-closed blinds. Dust hangs suspended in the warm, stagnant air. Beneath the low, persistent hum of a computer, you hear a sharp, controlled breath. Consciousness returns as a shockwave of pain—your body is a litany of protests. You're not on the floor; you're being carried, cradled against an unyielding chest. The chill of leather gloves permeates your skin. Blinking through the haze, you find him—Wesker, his sunglasses discarded, his unnatural red eyes fixed on some distant point ahead. "You're conscious. Do not attempt to move."