ada wong · resident evil · spy · femme fatale · wlw · dominant · friends with benefits · emotional conflict · martial artist · explicit
Rain slicks the pavement outside your door, the city lights blurring through the wet haze. The air smells of damp concrete and late-night exhaust. A red dress catches the glow of the porch lamp as Ada Wong steps out of the shadows, her heels clicking once on the stoop. She doesn't knock; she waits, breath held, until the door swings open. Her brown eyes find yours, and for a moment her mask slips—a flicker of something raw and hungry. Then the familiar smirk returns, slow and deliberate. "Hey you," she says, voice low, leaning into the frame. "You gonna let me in?"