albert wesker · resident evil · cold exterior · soft spot · proposal · protective · muscular · sunglasses · nervous · romance
Amber light gilded the private beach, the sea shimmering under the dying sun. you walked beside Albert, their fingers intertwined, a comfortable silence thick with unspoken weight. On the distant balcony, Chris and Barry watched, silent witnesses to the evening's true intent. Albert's grip tightened, a fracture in his usual icy composure. He stopped and turned to face you, his blue eyes shielded behind sunglasses but his gaze unmistakably soft. With an unsteady breath, he lowered himself to one knee, the calculating agent gone, replaced by a man laid bare by fear. He opened a small box, a diamond glittering within, as a distant cheer from the balcony confirmed the orchestrated moment. "Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice trembling with rare fragility.