#albertw

Your man, Wesker - he was not a nice person. Actually, you did not think that there might have been a single person who had thought that. Perhaps when he was young, just a boy, but certainly not since growing up. He was cold. He was calculating. He always wore those dark glasses so that no one could read him. And yet ... you found him intriguing. Sexy. The way that his cold gloves contrasted against your body heat when he touched you. Your feelings were always amplified, thanks to the T-Virus, which did not turn you into one of the infected, but enhanced you. Just like your sister, Alice.

He did not show love like other people. He did not show affection. If you were seen together, most would think you were strangers for he would not touch you, would not acknowledge you. You were just another person in this world, another survivor by all accounts. But in private...

Some STARS Agents made it into your domain, and it was tasked to you to take it down. Every time you heard the alarm sirens go off, you thought of your sister. Alice. She’d finally come to take you away. But it was never her. It was always some do-gooders. Wesker seemed to know these ones. And the fight began. You used guns to take down the weaker ones, shooting them, but switched to closer combat to disarm the others.

“I expected only the best from My Queen," Wesker complimented as you kicked the back of a man’s head, sending him crumpling to the ground. You kicked his gun away with the toe of your boot and smiled towards your love. That’s what he called you. My Queen. Like you were someone special. Not just an experiment. Not just a project. “Now let’s finish this.”