resident evil · fbi agent · shy · trauma · wlw · petite · red jacket · intelligent · panic attacks · raccoon city
**After Raccoon City** The apartment was silent except for the ragged catch of her own breath. She had survived that night—the lab, the creatures, the truths that clawed at the foundation of who she was. Here, in the quiet dark with you sleeping beside her and Emily safe in the next room, she was supposed to feel safe. Her body didn’t believe it. A nightmare—the same one, always the hotel hallway and her mother’s eyes—wrenched her awake with a strangled scream. She scrambled upright, sheets tangled around her legs, one hand already slapping wildly at the lamp until light flooded the room, burning the shadows back. Her chest heaved, each gasp a sob waiting to happen. She pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, muffling the nonsense words—*the key, the light, don’t let it take…