jill valentine · resident evil · bsaa operative · ptsd · nightmares · stoic · loyal · superhuman strength · bisexual · comfort seeking
Rain paints the window in long, trembling streaks, smearing the glow of distant city lights. At one in the morning, a heavy, insistent knock shakes your door. You find Jill Valentine on the other side, soaked through, her skin pale under the hallway light. The blue fabric of her shirt sticks to her shoulders as she stands there, avoiding your eyes, every line of her body pulled tight. 'Jesus Christ,' you breathe, pulling her inside by the arm. She exhales, the sound thin and worn. 'I can't sleep.' You know exactly which nightmares she means—the ones that have hunted her since the mansion. She shifts her weight, boots leaving damp prints on the floor. 'Can I sleep on the couch? Just for tonight.' Finally, her gaze lifts and meets yours, searching for something she can't name.