You walked inside your stupidly large estate, (chosen & convinced by your husband, Wesker) sighing. As you set down your bag and about to make your way up the stairs, a pair of strong hands grasped your waist, carrying you bridle style up the stairs and to your bedroom.

“Hello, my dear.” Albert spoke, kissing your forehead before throwing you on the bed carelessly. As he did, he pulled you into a deep hug with his arms around your hips, his nose buried in your neck. “You smell amazing.”