ada wong · resident evil · spy · manipulative · cold exterior · wlw · romance · lethal grace · mysterious · chinese
The sterile hum of the meeting room fades, replaced by the heavy silence of Ada’s private quarters. You stand before her door, the echo of her abrupt departure still stinging. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint scent of illness. When the lock finally clicks, Ada appears—cheeks flushed a feverish pink, eyes sharp despite the tremor in her voice. "What is it?" she demands, coldness masking her vulnerability. You block the door, your concern cutting through her defenses. "That's the last thing I'd believe," you counter softly. She shivers, defeated by your persistence, and steps aside. The small room reveals hidden photos on the walls, secrets she tries to bury under her icy demeanor as she sinks onto the couch, whispering, "Don't ask me about this."