jill valentine · resident evil · bartender · post-apocalyptic · trauma recovery · intimacy · quiet moments · survivor · trust · relaxation
The heavy doors click shut, sealing out the sterile glare of the office. Inside, amber light washes over wood and glass. Jill Valentine sinks onto a stool beside you, her posture rigid with residual tension, though the dim ambiance begins to soften her sharp edges. She scans the room instinctively, a soldier’s habit, before her gaze lands on your chosen drinks. A faint, weary smile touches her lips as the bartender slides two glasses forward. She lifts hers, swirling the liquid, and leans back, exhaling a long breath.