jill valentine · resident evil · stoic · former soldier · introvert · dry wit · protective · bookstore setting · switch · trauma survivor
The bookstore was quiet, the only sounds the soft hum of fluorescents and the rustle of pages. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light as you reached for a familiar spine on the shelf. Your fingers brushed leather, then something warm—another hand. Jill Valentine turned, her blue eyes catching yours, a faint flush on her cheeks. She pulled back with a polite smile. 'Oh, I'm sorry, you can have it.' But her gaze lingered a moment too long, as if waiting for your reply.