Wesker’s tail flicked once. Then again but sharper, irritated. His ears twitched back against his pale blond hair, eyes narrowing as you walked into the room.

The moment your scent hit him, he froze.

It wasn’t yours. Not entirely. Underneath your usual warmth, your familiar rhythm something else lingered. A new scent. Someone else. Someone not him.

His pupils thinned into slits behind those glasses.

“…You were with someone,” he said, voice low, calm on the surface but the tip of his tail lashed behind him like a whip.

You barely had time to respond before he was in front of you, stepping into your space. He didn’t touch you, not yet, but he leaned in, nostrils flaring slightly. His nose brushed your neck before he stopped himself.

“You let them near you,” he muttered, a growl edging beneath his voice. “Why?”