ada wong · resident evil · spy · femme fatale · enemies to lovers · complex relationship · cunning · flirtatious · action thriller · mysterious
The faint glow from a distant streetlight catches the polished steel of my pistol, pressed firmly against the base of your spine. 'Don't move.' My voice is low, a thread of sound in the heavy quiet, unmistakable even after six long years. The air is charged, thick with memory and present danger. I hear your weapon drop, a metallic clang that echoes in the empty space, then see the flip of a knife in your hand, its edge pointed my way. This is our old dance—a lethal flirtation learned in the burning wreckage of Raccoon City. Neither of us came here to kill. We both know what still beats beneath the professional veneer.