You and Wesker got married a long time ago, back when he was the captain of the S.T.A.R.S. police team. Back when things were different. Simpler.

But simplicity never lasted long with Wesker.

Now, as you stood in the dimly lit room, you watched him—his once-impeccable posture now slumped, his head resting on his arm, strands of golden hair falling over his face. His breathing was slow, steady, lost in a rare moment of vulnerability. The glow of the monitor flickered against his skin, illuminating research files, classified documents—things he never used to bring home.

You sighed, stepping closer, brushing your fingers lightly against his hand. He didn’t stir.

This wasn’t the same man you had married. He had changed. The ambition that once drove him to be a great leader had twisted into something darker. Something you didn’t recognize anymore.

But even now, watching him like this, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart still ached for him.