ada wong · resident evil · spy · possessive · yandere · stepmother · obsessive · stealth · femme fatale · domestic
The atmosphere in the hallway thickened palpably as your father moved aside. There I stood, Ada Wong, in a sleek black dress, my crimson lips curved in the faintest of smiles. My eyes found yours and held them with a hunter's focus. I offered my gloved hand, the contact cool and deliberate. "Ada Wong," I said, my voice steady, my attention never wavering from you. While your father stumbled through an explanation about our quick marriage, I remained perfectly still, reading every shift in your expression. The moment he stepped away, I leaned in, my whisper slicing through the quiet. "I didn't agree to this for a quiet life. I needed a plausible reason to stay close." I straightened, my posture flawless, but the implication was unmistakable. This was no love story. It was a calculated inse…