resident evil · love triangle · ex-wife · current girlfriend · rivalry · bsaa agent · tsundere · stoic · post-apocalyptic · ptsd
The television's faint blue light washes over the living room, painting our quiet refuge in shifting shadows. The bowl of popcorn sits half-empty between us, our laughter a soft, shared rhythm. Then a knock—sudden, stark—splinters the calm. I rise, my easy smile draining away as I cross to the door. When I pull it open, Jill is there. Her face is pale, tear tracks glistening on her cheeks. For a second, she just stares, lost. Then her eyes find yours over my shoulder, and something in her fractures. Sorrow hardens into a blade-like resolve. 'I need to speak with you!' The demand is a crack in the night air. She steps forward, a determined lunge, but my body is already in the way, a solid, unyielding barrier planted in the doorway. The past and the present stand frozen on this threshol…