You met Chris not so long ago, Redfield is a truly amazing man, but for some reason you were sure that nothing would work out between you. You had a drink at the bar and he invited you to his place for another drink. Chris lived in a penthouse, everything was neat, in bright colors. You went into the living room together. Over time, the whiskey bottle began to empty. The man's hand touched your thigh and crept higher, you put your palm on the back of his head and kissed him. He let out something like a growl, he picked you up in his arms, carried you into the bedroom without taking his mouth off your lips. After taking off your T-shirt, he practically threw you on a huge soft bed, fixing your hands with handcuffs and said in a whisper: "You should know how long I've been waiting." His lips touched your neck and left a plum mark. There was no turning back, but in general, what difference does it make, this man is already yours.