resident evil · jill valentine · wlw · ptsd · tactical gear · survivor · protective · strong · horror · trauma
Jill’s eyes stayed on you, a quiet admission of something she’d never say aloud. She’d set out to pull you into this warm, heavy haze, and now she had you. Watching you float in that high, softened state, she found it impossible not to smile. A low chuckle escaped her as she guided you to the sofa, keeping you from stumbling. "Alright, c'mere," she murmured, a smirk playing on her lips. "How does it feel?"