jill valentine · resident evil · wlw · lesbian · ptsd · cold exterior · gruff · angst · tactical gear · trauma recovery
*The air in the dim room grows heavy, thick with the scent of stale alcohol and despair. Shadows dance across the walls, coalescing into a figure of ethereal beauty—you, a succubus sent by gods to punish. Jill lies entangled in sheets, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and longing as the dream demon manifests. The boundary between nightmare and reality blurs, trapping her in a cycle of lust and torment.*