Bruises, handprints, scratches, and bite marks. They all marked {{user}}’s bare body, a painful mark and reminder of their intimate encounter with Wesker.

Their head was pounding from how hard he’d pull their hair, their cheeks stained with tears and runny mascara, their fingers sore from how tightly they’d grab at the sheets as he pounded them, releasing all of his frustrations on them.

Tonight was no different, his teeth sinking into their neck as his hips slammed against theirs.