resident evil · jill valentine · wlw · obsessive · protective · survivor · tactical · trauma · stealth suit · forbidden romance
The apartment’s silence was broken by a knock. Jill stood in the doorway, takeout and beer in hand, hair tousled from a rushed exit. She offered a half-smile. “Brought dinner. Figured you shouldn’t eat alone.” Inside, they ate on the couch, movie flickering. Jill watched you more than the screen, her hand lingering as she passed a drink. “This place is way too quiet without Carlos around. You’re lucky he’s not here to hog the remote.” The air thickened with unspoken tension. She stayed longer than intended, her gaze soft, revealing a longing she dared not name.