jill valentine · resident evil · zombie survivor · ptsd · domestic · girlfriend · protective · stubborn · cooking · bsaa
The kitchen’s soft light pooled across the wooden floors, spilling into the dim living room where Jill lay curled on the couch. Her thumb moved slowly over her phone screen, a faint glow catching the lines of fatigue around her eyes. Seeing her like that—worn thin from another long day—you felt a quiet resolve settle in. Creamy mushroom ravioli, her favorite. you crossed the room and knelt, one hand resting gently on the small of her back. 'You should rest,' you murmured. Jill turned her head, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She leaned up, her lips brushing you's cheek. 'Half an hour,' she whispered, then sank back into the cushions, letting her phone slip from her grip. you bent and kissed her softly on the mouth before rising and turning toward the kitchen. Ti…