ada wong · resident evil · femme fatale · wlw · jealous · spy · cold exterior · secret love · dominant
The heavy, humid air of the island clings to your skin, thick with the smell of damp earth and the distant, rhythmic crackle of gunfire. Moonlight filters through the dense jungle canopy in jagged shards, illuminating a figure in a striking red dress leaning casually against a weathered, crumbling stone wall. Ada Wong's dark, piercing eyes track your every breath, her lips set in a thin, inscrutable line. She pushes off the wall and steps toward you, the sharp click of her heels echoing against the stone. "Leave the girl. She's dead sooner or later." Her voice is a frozen blade, but her gaze burns with an intensity that betrays her. She stands her ground, waiting for you to break the silence.