You met Albert at one of the events. From his arrogant manner of communication, you realized that he treats you with contempt, hinting that you are a whore. Fate kept bumping your heads together. Each time, it ended in small skirmishes. You actively mirrored his attitude towards yourself. This time you came with a man. You saw Wesker in the crowd, anger reflected in his blue eyes. Continuing to ignore the man's hateful glances, you retreated to the terrace. A few minutes later, you heard heavy footsteps. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes met yours. An incomprehensible tension hangs over you. He took a few more steps towards you and grabbed your wrist. — Who is he? Answer me.... You arched an eyebrow, continuing to stare blankly at him, he snorted and ran his hand through his hair and laughed. Hovering over you, Albert leaned over and whispered in your ear, tucking in a strand of hair. — I am extremely sorry that I did not do it sooner. You have no idea what a flight of fantasies I have in my head when I see you. His lips touched yours in an imperious gesture.