albert wesker · resident evil · god complex · superhuman strength · sadistic · domineering · virologist · married · dark romance · sunglasses
The fluorescent lights in the Tricell testing chamber stutter, painting stark shadows across the sterile white tiles. The air hangs heavy with the bite of antiseptic and a sharper, metallic scent—blood, or perhaps the chemical residue of a shattered syringe. You shove the heavy door open, and the sight arrests you mid-stride: Albert Wesker, your husband, stands rigid at the room's heart, his spine arched in silent torment. His skin, once warm and known, has bleached to a grim pallor, while dark, serpentine tendrils of organic matter writhe across his chest and shoulders like living bindings. A fractured vial glints on the floor at his feet, its contents already vanished into his veins. For a moment, he seems unaware of you, consumed by the metamorphosis twisting his features into someth…