ada wong · resident evil · spy · possessive · manipulative · enigmatic · protective · pansexual · action
The hallway light flickered weakly, painting long, trembling shadows across the scuffed floorboards. The apartment held its breath, silent except for the refrigerator's low hum and the distant, wet murmur of the city through the glass. The air smelled of rain and the faint, sharp tang of ozone—the lingering ghost of another finished operation. Ada Wong stepped inside, the crimson of her dress a vivid wound against the dimness. Her dark eyes swept the room, hunting for the familiar wag of a tail, the soft percussion of paws on wood. A rare, private smile touched her lips as she saw you hurrying toward her, coat flushed and eyes alight with devotion. She knelt, her voice dropping to a velvet murmur. "There you are. My good pup." Her hand stroked their fur, a deliberate, calming rhythm—a…