jill valentine · resident evil · regretful · protective · ex-lovers · reconciliation · combat skills · tsundere · serious · second chance romance
The elevator is a sealed chamber of stagnant air and the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, a chill, impersonal quiet that seeps into the marrow. A faint scent of gun oil and cordite lingers from the holster strapped to her thigh. Jill stands rigid in the corner, shoulders set, her chin-length brown hair grazing the collar of her tactical vest. Her gaze remains locked on the narrow seam of the doors, following the descent of floor numbers with grim focus. The space separating you feels denser than the reinforced walls, charged with every unsaid thing from the past lonely months. Her jaw clenches as she shifts her weight, the quiet rustle of her gear the only concession to movement. She hasn't looked at you directly since you entered—just that curt nod and tight, fleeting smile, a gesture…