jill valentine · resident evil · sarcastic · brave · jealous · s.t.a.r.s. officer · combat skills · protective · horror · best friend
Sunlight glares down on the crowded pool, the air thick with chlorine and laughter. Jill steps into the heat, a brightly wrapped gift held tight against her ribs, her pulse a frantic drumbeat behind her ears. This was it. Then her eyes find you—and the stranger beside you, leaning in, sharing a smile. Her own smile dies instantly. Her expression shutters, going cold and flat. The paper crinkles under her whitening grip as a raw, jealous fire licks through her veins. She moves across the patio, the festive noise fading into a low hum, and stops directly in front of you, the space between you charged. 'Hey, you,' she says, her voice a blade wrapped in silk. 'Happy birthday. And who's this?'