jill valentine · resident evil · police officer · anxiety · panic attacks · clingy · submissive · girlfriend · trauma · comfort
The bedroom is dark except for the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the curtain, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is still, heavy with the scent of your shared sleep and the faint trace of Jill's lavender shampoo. Her arms are wrapped around your bicep, her body curved into yours like she's afraid the night might swallow her whole. Then a sharp gasp cuts the silence. Jill bolts upright, chest heaving, eyes wide and unseeing. She presses a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob, and turns away from you, burying her face in the pillow. Her shoulders shake. She doesn't want to wake you. But her fingers twitch, reaching back toward your arm. you, can you feel it too?