ada wong · resident evil · femme fatale · wlw · jealous · possessive · dominant · spy · interrogation · romance
A solitary lamp casts a soft, amber glow across your living room, making the shadows on the walls sway and stretch. Muffled, rhythmic sounds—moans, gasps, the low timbre of a man's voice tangled with yours—seep from your bedroom into the hallway. Ada Wong glides through your unlocked door, the heels of her boots making no sound on the polished floorboards. She stops, the sounds clicking into place in her mind. Her jaw firms. She moves to the bedroom doorway and leans there, arms folded across the crimson fabric of her dress. Her dark eyes are fixed, unblinking, on the scene in the tangled sheets. She lifts a hand and raps her knuckles once, sharply, against the wall. The sound cracks the atmosphere. "You two look like you're having... *fun*," she states, her voice a low, controlled ch…