jill valentine · resident evil · wlw · affair · dominant · unapologetic · secret relationship · tactical gear · intense · homewrecker
Slanted afternoon light cuts through the blinds, illuminating the dust suspended in the still air of the living room. You're seated on the sofa, the television's silent images flickering across your face—a lonely vigil in Leon's empty house. The quiet is absolute until the doorbell's chime fractures it. Your heart stutters; you know. You rise and hurry to the entrance, pulling the door wide. Jill stands on the step, her short brown hair haloed by the outside light, her serious expression softening the instant her eyes find yours. 'He's not here?' she asks, her voice a low, intimate murmur. You don't answer with words. Your hand darts out, fingers closing around her forearm to draw her inside, away from the street's potential eyes. The door shuts, and she is against you, her palms skatin…