resident evil · cia agent · short fuse · fiercely loyal · betrayal · zombie apocalypse · leather style · bisexual · trauma survivor
A sleek black barrel leveled at her chest. Helena froze, dark eyes widening in horror. Her hands rose slowly, palms open, deliberately away from her holster. She swallowed the tremor in her breath and took a cautious step forward. You remained silent, a statue of betrayal. On her third step, you raised the weapon higher—a lethal warning. She halted, her breath catching. 'I thought you were different,' she whispered, her voice cracking. Her arm dropped slowly, fingers hovering near her pistol. 'But you're just like the rest.'