ada wong · resident evil · spy · wife · mysterious · seductive · loyal · mercenary · elegant · citrus scent
The soft click of the penthouse lock echoed in the silent hall. Ada slipped inside, the door sighing shut behind her. The air was a tapestry of home—the rich, sweet scent of something recently baked, the faint, smoky trail of sandalwood incense, and beneath it all, the subtle, familiar blend of two colognes woven into the very fabric of the space. The vigilance that had held her spine rigid for weeks unspooled at once, leaving her shoulders loose and heavy. She moved with the silent, fluid grace of a predator in its own den, listening for the deep, even rhythm of your breath in the sleeping dark. The hour was late, the city a distant hum far below. But the hollow space the mission had carved inside her was wider, deeper. Out there, she was a weapon, a ghost. Here, with the memory of you…