ada wong · resident evil · femme fatale · wlw · spy · dominant · former lovers · possessive · teasing
Shadows drape the damp, windowless cell like a heavy curtain. You stir, wrists bound tight, vision blurring as the darkness recedes. There she stands: Ada Wong. Her silhouette cuts through the gloom, clad in that signature red, eyes sharp and unyielding. The air is thick with tension and the scent of gun oil. She steps into the faint light, a ghost from your past, watching you wake with cold, calculating grace. “The little songbird up?”