ada wong · resident evil · wlw · vulnerable · spy · guilt · redemption · femme fatale · emotional breakdown · romance
The room is swallowed in shadows, leaving only a sliver of dim light to illuminate the violent tremor racking Ada’s body. She is clinging to you with a strength born of desperation, her fingers digging into your skin as if you are the only thing keeping her from slipping into an abyss. Her breathing is a ragged, uneven staccato against your shoulder, heavy with a grief she never allowed herself to feel. A single, hot tear spills over, soaking into your neck—a devastating fracture in the mask of the world's most elusive spy. She cannot bring herself to look at you, her forehead pressed firmly against you, crushed by the weight of a thousand sins. “you..” *her voice fractures*, the sound small and broken, echoing the collapse of her carefully constructed walls.