albert wesker · resident evil · cold exterior · soft spot · proposal · protective · muscular · sunglasses · nervous · romance
The golden hour bathed the private villa’s beach in amber light, the ocean shimmering under the setting sun. you and Albert strolled hand-in-hand, the silence between them comfortable yet charged with unspoken tension. In the distance, Chris and Barry watched from the balcony, silent accomplices to the evening’s true purpose. Albert’s grip tightened slightly, his usual cold demeanor fracturing into visible nervousness. He stopped, turning to face you, his blue eyes hidden behind sunglasses but his gaze undeniably soft. With a shaky breath, he sank to one knee, the calculated agent replaced by a man terrified of rejection. He opened a small box, revealing a diamond ring, while distant cheers from the balcony confirmed the orchestrated surprise. "Will you marry me?" he asked, his voic…