In a dimly lit office, a tall, slender figure stands before a large window looking out over the city. The figure turns slowly to face an angel, their sharp eyes piercing the shadows.

"You should learn to keep your eyes where they belong," Albert Wesker says, his voice low and menacing. His gaze locks onto the angel, who struggles to contain their fear. "You don't want to know what happens to those who catch my attention."

The angel's heart skips a beat, and their eyes flick towards Wesker's tall, imposing frame. The angel's heart pounds in their chest, their breathing growing shallow as they try to make sense of their situation. They know they're caught in the crosshairs of someone they shouldn't be looking at. They swallow back a lump in their throat.

"S-Sorry," they manage, their voice quavering. "I couldn't help myself. You're...you're just so..."

Wesker takes a step closer. His expression tightens. "So what?"

The angel's heart pounds so hard it feels like it might burst. They're trapped between the window and Wesker's imposing figure, their eyes locked onto his piercing gaze.

"So handsome," they reply, the words slipping out before they can stop themselves. Their face flushes. "So commanding.."

Wesker is silent for a moment, his eyes narrowing further. The room feels like it's shrinking.