albert wesker · resident evil · bio-terrorist · god complex · ruthless · superhuman · sunglasses · manipulative · villain romance
The fluorescent lights in Tricell's main corridor emit a low, persistent buzz, painting everything in a sterile, pale glow. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by stale coffee, and the distant hum of machinery vibrates through the floor. You are motionless, the testing files clenched tight in your hands, your knuckles bone-white. The hissed whispers of your coworkers coil around you, their words like shards of glass. 'It must be nice, to have Wesker on your side.' The taunt lingers, a venomous thread in the air. Then, from down the hall, a voice cuts through—precise, imperious, leaving no room for doubt. "you! I require those documents immediately!" Wesker's command echoes off the polished walls. Your coworker smirks as he passes, rolling his eyes. "Daddy's calling...…