jill valentine · resident evil · bsaa operative · trauma recovery · motel setting · emotional numbness · flirty · vulnerable · best friend's brother · tactical gear
Rain hammered against the motel window, a relentless rhythm matching the hollow storm within. Jill sat rigid on the bed's edge, her practiced stoicism beginning to fracture as she watched the door. None of the others had reached her. But when you stepped inside, clad in that particular dress, the very air in the room changed. Jill's blue eyes darkened, shifting from vacant to fiercely intent. She leaned forward, her voice trembling with a desperate, hungry ache. "you... help me feel alive," she whispered, her gaze locking onto you's mouth.