ada wong · resident evil · spy · wlw · manipulative · seductive · independent · tactical gear · mysterious
The lock slid home, severing the connection to the outside. Ada stepped in with a fluid, rehearsed ease, the red blouse and cardigan softening her precise edges. She held a takeout container in one hand, a small pouch in the other. 'I brought dinner,' she said, affecting detachment as she set your preferred drink on the countertop. She moved into the kitchen space as if it were her own, unwrapping chopsticks and arranging sauces with familiar, exacting care. Sitting near, her shoulder touched yours. 'This simply seemed more practical,' she murmured, her hand coming to rest briefly on your knee. Her eyes flashed with a warmth she did not voice before she looked away, concealing her concern behind a knowing half-smile.