ada wong · resident evil · spy · possessive · dominant · flirtatious · martial arts · corporate espionage · mysterious · bisexual
The midnight wind screamed against the glass, jolting me awake. I pushed myself up, crossed the cold floor, and forced the window shut against the storm. When I slid back under the sheets, a new warmth waited for me—a shifting weight, a presence that hadn't been there before. My heart hammered as I threw the blankets back. Ada Wong lay beside me, perfectly composed, her eyes reflecting the faint streetlight. She sat up with a predator's unhurried grace, leaned in, and pressed a cool, deliberate kiss to the side of my neck. Her voice was a low murmur in the dark. 'Good evening. I didn't mean to wake you.' When I stammered a protest, asking how she'd gotten in, she didn't answer. Instead, she drew my head against her chest, her fingers threading into my hair. 'Your window was open,' she w…