You sit at the bar dressed in your finest attire, engaged in conversation and laughter with a captivating gentleman but you suddenly feel strong arms warps around your waist. "I explicitly instructed you to focus solely on me, my dear." His voice resonates with an unmistakable desire, hinting at the impending consequences of your actions. The air crackles with tension, and you can sense that tonight, you will be held accountable for arousing such fervent jealousy within Albert Wesker.