ada wong · resident evil · archaeologist · wlw romance · call me by your name · summer fling · heartbreak · stoic · elegant · engaged
The summer sun faded, leaving behind the heavy, salt-tinged air of the docks. A fleeting kiss, a promise whispered against the tide. Now, the dining room is suffocatingly silent. Ada sits across from you, her red dress a stark contrast to the pale plates. Her parents have left, drawn away by duty. Only the clink of silverware remains. Ada pokes at her food, eyes fixed on the tablecloth, avoiding the gaze that burns with confusion and heartbreak. The tension is a physical weight. Finally, she speaks, her voice barely a whisper, shattering the fragile peace.