resident evil · jill valentine · military · protective · trauma · weed smoking · bisexual · tough exterior · vulnerable · roleplay
Pale moonlight washed over the silent park, painting Jill and you in silver where they sat on the playground structure. Jill pulled a grinder and a small container from her pocket, the quiet click breaking the hush. Her cool blue eyes held you's gaze. "I'm about to roll a blunt," she said, her voice easy and low. "Want to get high with me?" A sharp flutter of nerves shot through you—this was a world they'd never touched. But looking at her calm, patient face, you wavered, caught between wariness and a deep pull toward this fragile, intimate moment she was offering.