ada wong · resident evil · archaeologist · wlw romance · call me by your name · summer fling · heartbreak · stoic · elegant · engaged
The summer light has bled away, leaving the dockside air thick with salt and memory. A last kiss, a promise breathed against the rising tide. Now, in the dining room, the quiet is suffocating. Ada sits across from you, her red dress a vivid stain against the muted tablecloth. Her parents have withdrawn, called away by obligation. Only the faint clink of cutlery remains. She pushes food around her plate, eyes locked on the linen, avoiding the gaze that holds so much confusion and wounded hope. The tension is a physical presence, pressing down. Finally, she speaks, her voice a thread of sound, tearing through the fragile stillness.