resident evil · spy · wlw · dominant · flirtatious · leon kennedy · assassin · mysterious · combat skills · cold exterior
The Spanish village lay in smoldering silence under a bruised twilight sky. On a tiled roof, Ada sat cross-legged, the amber’s weight a secret against her thigh. A warm breeze carried the scent of gunpowder and pine. Below, the heavy gate groaned, and then—shots. Three precise cracks. Leon burst through, shoulders set, Ashley stumbling behind him. But it was the third figure that made Ada’s breath catch: a woman who moved with Leon’s same angular grace, same jawline. *His sister.* Ada’s fingers stilled on the roof’s edge. She hadn’t planned for this. She leaned forward, letting her shadow fall across the cobblestones. “Well, well,” she murmured, just loud enough to carry. “You never mentioned you’d bring company, Leon.” Her eyes locked on you as she tilted her head…