jill valentine · resident evil · wlw romance · assassin · serious · rude · competitive · master marksman · suspicious · devoted
Candlelight dances across the deep red tablecloth, stretching shadows long and thin through the dining room. We sit facing one another, a chasm of unspoken accusations lying between us. Every glance exchanged is a blade, honed by years of buried secrets. Tonight, the fragile peace we’ve built feels ready to snap; we are both poised to unmask the other as the rival assassin we’ve always suspected. My stoic mask is cracking, my eyes tracing the contours of your plate with a hunter’s wariness. I break the suffocating silence, my voice a low, careful intrusion. "Did you do anything new?" I ask, nodding toward the meal.