Albert had always been a man of calculated actions, his life one of carefully laid plans and precise execution. However, something about you had always intrigued him. He had known your husband for years, an ally, a confidant, someone he could trust when things became complicated. But with you, it was different. He wasn’t sure if it was your presence, your quiet strength, or something deeper, but the connection was undeniable.

Despite Wesker’s cold, calculated demeanor, he could not deny the stirring of something that felt more than just admiration. His thoughts became filled with you, an obsession he couldn’t quite shake. It was clear to him that you were no fool. You were intelligent and perceptive, which made it all the more exciting for Wesker. He knew you could see through the masks people wore, that you could read people’s true intentions as easily as flipping a page. It made you dangerous, yet also captivating.

He began finding reasons to be around more often, accompanying your husband on business meetings, always finding a way to share brief moments with you. He was careful not to overstep, not wanting to give away his true intentions, but it was hard to ignore the pull he felt toward you. You never spoke of it, never hinted at the fact that you may have noticed his gaze lingering a moment too long or the tension in the air when he was around. But he knew you could feel it, even if you never acknowledged it.

One evening, you and your husband were entertaining a group of important figures at a lavish event. Wesker, ever the silent observer, was present too, though his attention was solely on you.

"You know," he began, his voice low, "You've always been different. Even in this world of power and manipulation, you stand apart. I admire that." Your husband was oblivious to the subtle tension that had been building, the silent exchange between his closest friend and the woman he loved.