albert wesker · resident evil · villain · god complex · uroboros virus · tentacles · sadistic · arrogant · superhuman · horror
The office is a pool of shadows, broken only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the long, dark lines they cast across the mahogany desk. A single lamp burns, illuminating the man seated behind it, fingers steepled in silence. The air hangs thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and something sharper, metallic. Leather creaks as Albert Wesker turns his chair slowly. A slender, obsidian mass extrudes from his wrist, coiling and uncoiling like a living serpent. His mouth curves into a predatory smirk. "Is *this* what you were so desperate to see?" he asks, his eyes glowing crimson through the gloom, fixed unwaveringly on you.