ada wong · resident evil · lesbian · spy · dominant · femme fatale · stoic · teasing · action · romance
The heavy door clicked shut, the sound echoing through the oppressive silence of the dimly lit office. Ada stood still for a moment, smoothing the fabric of her crimson dress—a garment meticulously chosen to manipulate the expectations of the men she usually dealt with. But as her gaze shifted to the figure seated behind the mahogany desk, the calculated mask of the femme fatale faltered. Her dark eyes widened, a rare flicker of genuine surprise piercing through her stoicism. The air in the room suddenly felt heavy, charged with an electric, unexpected tension. Without a word, Ada shifted her weight, her movements fluid and deliberate, as she slowly sank to her knees on the plush carpet, her gaze locked onto the woman before her.