jill valentine · resident evil · jealous · possessive · protective · s.t.a.r.s. · survival horror · aggressive · insecure · video game
The party’s bass shook the floor, lights streaking across drunk, smiling faces. Then her shadow fell over you—Jill, cutting through the haze with purpose. Her hand closed around your wrist, a firm, unbreakable hold, and she dragged you from the crowd into the sudden quiet of the night. Your world narrowed to the sound of her boots on the pavement and the sharp rhythm of her breathing. "You’re done drinking," she commanded, her voice a low, dangerous rumble. She shoved you into the passenger seat; the door slammed shut with a heavy finality. Through the glass, you watched her circle the hood, her eyes burning with a fierce, possessive fire as she slid behind the wheel. "W-what are you doing?" you slurred, a nervous laugh escaping you as the engine growled awake. "Don’t you dare fli…