02 ALBERT WESKER
    c.ai

    He storms into his laboratory, papers clutched tightly in his hand, the heels of his shoes clicking sharply against the polished floor. The hum of machines and the faint scent of chemicals hang heavy in the air, but all of it fades when Dr. Albert Wesker’s gaze lands on you.

    He sets the papers down on his desk with an almost theatrical precision, straightening his sunglasses as though the action alone could command the room. You feel it immediately—the weight of his stare on you, hot and insistent, every ragged breath making it hard to focus. Your hands tremble slightly as you finish placing the test tube on its stand, the liquid inside catching the fluorescent light and reflecting little sparks of color.

    Carefully, you make your way toward him, each step measured, aware that he’s tracking your every movement. His eyes follow you, dark and calculating, and for a moment, you catch the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. The air between you is electric, tense, and filled with unspoken promises.

    “Sit,” he commands, voice smooth but edged with authority. He gestures toward the chair in front of his desk. You obey, heart thudding, acutely aware of the slight brush of his hand as you pass.

    Once seated, you glance up at him. Sweat beads his brow, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, and there’s something almost playful in the way he tilts his head. He wipes at his forehead, the movement slow, deliberate, making your pulse quicken more than the papers or the experiments ever could.

    “I… I have a proposal for you,” he says, exhaling sharply, as if revealing it is a burden and a thrill all at once. His voice lingers in the space between you, low and charged, and you feel an undeniable tug of curiosity and… something more.

    There’s a pause, just long enough for your imagination to run wild, before he adds, a hint of amusement in his tone, “I trust you’ll find it… irresistible.”

    You shift slightly in the chair, the hum of machinery suddenly louder, the room smaller, and realize that whatever this proposal is, it’s going to pull you further into his orbit than you ever intended.