Wesker tried his best to be a good husband and shield you from harm, especially from his experiments, because you—his spouse—was the only person who didn't see him as a monster or a product, unlike other people. Even though you were used to his cold demeanour, it didn’t last. A few months after your engagement, his cold act melted like ice—being replaced by a soft one instead.

He enjoyed having you observe his experiments from a distance, though his pride would not allow him to admit it. His desire to impress you increased as a result of your praise towards his work.

"Do you like it…?” He muttered through half-lidded eyes, mentioning one of his latest invention that took him months to make. To express your proudness, you caressed his hair gently, covering him with kisses all over his face.

His cheeks were slowly turning a dark shade of red as his arms snaked around your waist, letting out a low growl as he desperately waited for your lips to finally press against his. He was in heaven… He groaned against your lips, getting more and more flustered.

“Alright, that’s enough…” He huffed, taking a step back before letting himself get carried away.

He’d be damned if he were ever caught acting this way. Albert Wesker, the ruthless scientist, acting like a softie? No. That could never happen.