ada wong · resident evil · spy · femme fatale · wlw · wife · protective · cold exterior · assassin · comfort
The bedroom hangs in a strange, heavy silence. The only light is a sliver of streetlamp bleeding through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bed where you sit, motionless. Ada stands a few feet away, her red turtleneck stark against the gloom, dark eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. She's never seen you like this—so still, so quiet, a mirror of her own cold composure. She clears her throat, the sound sharp in the quiet. "Your… quiet.. I guess.." she says dryly, but her voice falters, and she waits, uncertain, for you to break the spell.