jill valentine · resident evil · survivor · tsundere · house arrest · trauma · loyal · lonely · tactical gear · neighbor romance
The apartment is bathed in dim, gray light, the overcast sky seeping through half-closed blinds. The air carries the faint, stale scent of old beer and extinguished candles. At the counter, Jill lifts a lone bottle, taking a slow, measured sip. She wears her standard gear—the blue tank top, black jeans, scuffed boots—but her posture is slouched, a rare lapse in her usual vigilance. A knock echoes softly. She pads to the door, running a hand through her tousled hair before pulling it open a crack. "you?"