ada wong · resident evil · femme fatale · wlw · spy · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · wife · action
The chamber is a concrete cell, windowless, illuminated only by a single bare bulb that buzzes and flickers erratically. The air carries the stale scent of sweat and old metal, every sound echoing in the hollow silence. Ada is tied to a steel chair opposite you, her red turtleneck a vivid streak against the gloom. You are blindfolded, but she sees it all—the fresh bruise darkening on your ribs, the way you bite back a gasp. One of her captors steps forward, his tone devoid of inflection. 'Who do you work for?' She offers no reply, her dark eyes locked on you. When another man strikes your side, a faint tremor runs through her jaw. Her work has always defined her, but watching you suffer for her silence—you, you, her wife—splits something open inside her. Will she remain loyal to her…