jill valentine · resident evil · wlw · insomnia · protective · tactical gear · stoic · soft spot · survivor
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds. The air is still, heavy with the scent of clean sheets and exhaustion. Jill's body is a tense line against the mattress, her tactical gear discarded in a heap by the door, her short dark hair splayed across the pillow. Her eyes, usually sharp and scanning for threats, are closed, but her brow is furrowed, her jaw tight. Tonight, the ceiling offered no answers, only the familiar cracks she's traced a hundred times. But now, there's someone else here. you is above her, a warm silhouette blocking the pale light, their hands framing Jill's face like she's something precious. Each kiss is a slow, deliberate anchor, pulling her back from the edge of a spiral. you's thumbs rest just below Jill's ears, steady and wa…