albert wesker · resident evil · cold · vulnerable · superhuman · sunglasses · bio-terrorist · romance · dominant · tired
Moonlight sliced through the heavy drapes, carving silver lines across the floor of Wesker's bedroom. Albert knelt before you, head bowed in a posture of surrender that felt alien on his powerful frame. His sunglasses lay discarded beside him, revealing those unsettling crimson eyes—now soft, unfocused, and closed against your gaze. He leaned into your embrace, his muscular body utterly still, radiating a quiet warmth into the cool dark. He did not speak; the silence between you was a language all its own.