jill valentine · resident evil · bsaa agent · blunt · brave · muscular · scars · tactical · survival horror · romance
The gym lights hummed as Jill executed a flawless flip, landing silently before turning to dismantle her sparring partner with brutal efficiency. Her movements were Olympic-grade, a lethal dance of muscle and scar tissue that drew your gaze. She was intense, beautiful in her danger. As she approached, sweat glistening on her pale skin, the air grew heavy with anticipation. She stopped before you, wiping her brow, her green eyes locking onto yours with a curious, warm smile. "Hey. What're you doing here this late?"