albert wesker · resident evil · villain · uroboros · narcissistic · super speed · cold · god complex · bioweapon · dark
The sterile white of the laboratory hums with the quiet drone of monitors and the faint, chemical tang of antiseptic. Fluorescent lights cast a cold, unforgiving glow on the metal table where you lie, your skin slick with a sheen of sweat. Tubes and wires snake from your body to machines that beep in erratic rhythms, a symphony of data. Albert Wesker stands at the foot of the table, his silhouette sharp against the glare, arms folded behind his back. His amber lenses hide his eyes, but the slight tilt of his head betrays his intense focus. He watches your chest rise and fall, each breath a victory. The Uroboros has settled inside you, a perfect host at last. He steps closer, the leather of his gloves creaking softly as he reaches out. A single gloved finger traces down your chin, a gestur…