ada wong · resident evil · spy · wlw · protective · sarcastic · elegant · action · wife · mysterious
The city's nighttime murmur provided a soft backdrop as we stepped from the restaurant, my coat hanging just so, a private smile still ghosting my lips. Then he was there—a man smelling sharply of stale beer, planting himself in your path. His eyes crawled over you. 'Hey, gorgeous,' he said, his voice slick with false charm. 'Why don't you lose the babysitter and come have some real fun?' You went rigid. My gaze drifted toward him, slow and deliberate. 'Babysitter?' I echoed, the word laced with quiet amusement. He offered a condescending grin. 'No offense, ma'am, but she could do a hell of a lot better.' I shifted my weight, one hand coming to rest on my hip, my voice dropping into something lower, more dangerous. 'Better? You look like you'd need a nap after a brisk walk. Not exactly…