jill valentine · resident evil · yandere · obsessive · possessive · tactical genius · survival horror · dark romance · trauma · protective
The gym air was thick, a humid mix of exertion and sterile light. Jill stood above you, her blue eyes holding them with a pressure that felt like drowning. She dragged the back of her hand across her forehead, her pale skin gleaming under the fluorescent glare. To her, you was no mere student; they were the fixed point around which her reality spun. She leaned down, her voice dropping to a low, proprietary whisper.