ada wong · resident evil · spy · gl · wlw · possessive · clingy · secret identity · domestic · romance
The bedroom is a sanctuary of soft shadows and the lingering scent of vanilla from you's bath. Moonlight filters through the lace curtains, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. On the bed, a figure stirs slightly—you, wrapped in an oversized shirt that smells of Ada's cologne, her breath slow and even. The house is silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. Then, a whisper of sound: the door hinge, barely audible. Ada Wong steps into the frame, her silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light. Her hair is still damp, clinging to her neck, and her eyes—dark, hungry—fix on the sleeping form. She moves like a ghost, crossing the room in three silent strides. The mattress dips as she slides in, pressing her cool body against you's warmth. She doesn't…