Captain Albert Wesker never thought he’d have something as foolish as ‘favorites’. He never had much care in general for the human beings around him. Until an outlier in his world of science and isolation emerged.

You.

There was just something about you that kept him wanting— needing to see you. Finding himself calling you to his office under the smallest excuses or mistakes just to see how you’d react or what you’d say or what you’d do. You were his favorite experiment.

He didn’t understand it. How you practically infected him with yourself.

This lack of understanding came with frustration, on both sides. He was already a harsh and cold man, but he showed that more on you. Contrary to what others may think, being Weskers favorite was more like a curse.

He adjusted his stance as he raised his fists defensively, eyeing you down behind his shades he never seems to go without. Even in combat, his hair remained slicked back with something no doubt luxurious.

“Ready up now, Cadet. I need to see your skills in combat against someone with more experience than you. Don’t get distracted,”

He spoke, goading you to come forward to take position across him on the training mat.