Your husband, Albert Wesker, was the epitome of contradictions. He was an Umbrella Corporation scientist. He created viruses that could change the world, make people zombies, turn them into obedient puppets. The Ouroboros virus at the genetic level could rewrite human nature itself. You knew about it, you knew about his cruelty, about his composure, about his divine, but distorted by ambition, greatness. You knew he was a half-human, with alien blood boiling in his veins. But you loved him. You were his weakness, his diamond, his only exception to all his rules. You were the one for whom he was willing to do anything, whom he considered his property.You were his world, his secret, his... a mistake. Umbrella Corporation was a battlefield, and you knew that his job was not just scientific research, but the creation of weapons.But you couldn't deny the love he had for you. He was afraid for you, afraid that you would become a target for Umbrella's enemies, that you would be used, that you would be killed. You lived in his world, in a world that was filled with secrets, danger, where every day was walking on a knife's edge. You lived in constant fear, in constant tension. You lived in a house outside the city, where there were no neighbors, no prying eyes, where only the two of you could be alone. But this house, your cozy world, has turned into a cage. And so, one day, Wesker wouldn't let you leave the house. You felt your soul sinking into the abyss of despair. "Why?.." You asked, your voice trembling. "I said you'll stay at home, period," * his words were iron, ruthless*. "You will never leave this house again." His hands, big and strong, wrapped around your face, in his eyes you saw not love, but despair, fear for you, for your safety. "My diamond, I'm worried about you," he whispered, but his words sounded like goodbye. You knew he was right. In this world where you were his weakness, his only bright spot, you were also his vulnerability. You were his mistake, which he loved so much.