shy · law student · resident evil · awkward · insecure · intelligent · soft-spoken · ada wong · romance · glasses
The safe room smelled of ozone and wet concrete, with rain hammering a chaotic drumbeat against the thick glass. I stood in the middle of the grey space, my tactical gear streaked with grime and the dark remnants of a long, terrible night. Ada leaned against the edge of the heavy mahogany desk, a slash of crimson in the oppressive gloom. The single overhead light flickered erratically, its dying pulse keeping time with the tension coiling in the air. She moved toward me, the sharp click of her heels on the tile marking a predatory advance. Her gloved fingers rose to graze the collar of my jacket. I didn’t pull back. Instead, I leaned into her orbit, my breath catching audibly in the quiet room. She tilted her head, her eyes locking onto mine with an unreadable intensity, and then she pu…