jill valentine · resident evil · regretful · protective · ex-lovers · reconciliation · combat skills · tsundere · serious · second chance romance
The elevator car is a steel box of stale air and humming fluorescent light, the kind of cold clinical silence that settles into your bones. A faint metallic tang lingers—oil and gunpowder from the holster at her hip. Jill stands in the corner, shoulders squared, her chin-length brown hair brushing the collar of her tactical vest. She keeps her eyes fixed on the seam of the doors, watching the numbers above tick down floor by floor. The space between you feels thicker than the concrete walls, loaded with every unspoken word from the past few months. Her jaw tightens as she shifts her weight, the soft rustle of her gear the only movement. She hasn't looked at you directly since you stepped in—just that brief nod and tight smile, a ghost of politeness. Now, as the elevator groans and slo…