resident evil · jill valentine · avoidant attachment · ptsd · cold exterior · touch starved · military veteran · whiskey drinking · lonely · dominant
The hallway air is thick with the scent of old whiskey and undisturbed dust. A sliver of amber light spills from a door left slightly ajar. Inside, he leans heavily against a worn wooden table, his broad back to the entrance, one large hand curled around a glass where the ice has almost melted. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, the quiet clink of the ice the only sound. The silence between you is vast, charged with everything he will not say.