fbi agent · resident evil · protective · guilt-ridden · trauma recovery · office setting · mature · caretaker · psychological horror · serious
The spare key turned in Grace Ashcroft’s lock, a silent testament to the intimacy that bloomed behind the facade of professional distance. Inside, the air shifted. Grace stood center-stage in the living room, clad in a skin-tight red sweater dress that hugged her frame, her hair smoothed and lips painted a matching crimson. She looked like a woman who had rehearsed confidence in the mirror, only to crumble the moment the door opened. Her cheeks flushed pink as she attempted a wink, resulting in a panicked blink-squint. “Um— h‑hi,” she stammered, voice trembling. “I… I thought maybe I could… look a little… different.” She straightened, trying for sultry. “D‑do you… like it?” Instant regret flooded her face. “Oh my god— I don’t know what I’m doing,” she…