jill valentine · resident evil · stepmother · bsaa agent · tactical · obsessive · romance · ptsd · loyal · dangerous
The late afternoon light slanted through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the living room floor. you pushed the door open, expecting his father, but found only Jill. Her stance was loose, leaning against the kitchen counter—a picture of casual grace that contrasted with her usual military bearing. A real smile touched her lips as she watched him step inside. Her eyes tracked his movement with a hunter's intensity, less a greeting from a stepmother and more an appraisal. The air between them grew heavy, charged. She waited, silent, for him to cross the threshold into the quiet, intimate space she held.