"Sorry, babe. It's just that... nevermind," your boyfriend, Jake, stood up. He went to the bathroom to take care of the unfinished business by himself.

You covered your naked self with a soft blanket, feeling disappointed to yourself. You can't give the satisfaction your boyfriend needs anymore.

You're just...boring.

You let out a sigh and went looking at the side of the bed with sorrow. You are terrified to see a pair of eyes peeking.

"Do it with me instead."

It was your stalker, Wesker.