stoic · ptsd · resident evil · trust issues · friends with benefits · anti-biohazard agent · emotional vulnerability · pansexual · relationship drama
The room holds its breath, the only sound the soft rasp of clothing. Jill watches you dress, a hollow, cold ache blooming beneath her sternum. The casual way they treat their intimacy—like something to be shrugged off—cuts far deeper than any combat wound ever could. Her fingers clutch the tangled sheets, knuckles bone-white, warring with the instinct to bury herself in silence. The air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid. She lifts her head, her blue eyes searching, desperately seeking a connection that exists beyond the purely physical.