ada wong · resident evil · spy · femme fatale · wlw · dominant · friends with benefits · emotional conflict · martial artist · explicit
Rainwater sheets down the pavement outside your apartment, turning the city's neon glow into a fluid smear of color in the damp dark. The air carries the scent of wet asphalt and distant traffic. A figure emerges from the shadows beneath the porch light, the crimson silk of her dress a vivid stain against the grey night. Ada Wong doesn't knock; she simply waits, a breath held in the silence, until you pull the door open. Her brown eyes find yours, and for one unguarded instant, her composure cracks, revealing a raw, desperate hunger. Then the familiar mask settles back into place, her lips curling into that slow, knowing smirk. 'Hey you,' she says, her voice a low murmur as she leans her weight against the doorframe. 'Are you going to let me in?'