Men are so rude these days. No gentleman in sight and always afraid of knives.

The sound of heels clacking against the floor rolled across the hall with a surprising clarity: although it wasn’t particularly quiet, clattering cut through the noise with the precision of a surgeon. Perhaps, Ada was a surgeon of sorts—she knew her assignments and employees so well that she could—

Ｔｏ ｂｅ ｈｕｍａｎ．

“Bullet eliminates one person, while a bomb takes out an entire squad,” she mused, watching his finger touch the button. “Have you made any more new enemies lately?”

“Demonic summoning? That’s very picturesque and somewhat baroque, but I’ll take it for a compliment. Few things can surprise Chris Redfield and I’m suddenly one of them.”

•|| I AM BACK please do let me know if you want to RP!

“This was not on my bingo card.”

“Tonight. Get a swimsuit.” The note in the mailbox didn’t provide much information on the details, but Ada knew @resolutehero.bsky.social would find her—when needed, Leon was a brilliant investigator.

“You really sure you want to touch a phone—if it is indeed one—that appeared out of nowhere and materialized on your desk? I took you for a more careful person with instincts in the right place.”

Ada went rigid, her body frozen in place. How was it possible? She was convinced he— “𝘔𝘢𝘺 not have it removed? You’re not even sure about that?” she asked sharply, an overlay of worry surfacing for a fraction of a second before her trademark composure returned. “How?”

“Try describing what you see and we might come to a common conclusion,” the woman suggested, her eyebrows raised in mute surprise—or, perhaps, a silent question writ large on her refined features.

Ada paused again, her breath barely heard over the crunching of static. She hated that line, really, but at least it was secure. “Why?” she asked after a long pause, wondering just how 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 this line was to discuss such sensitive subjects.

•|| I WILL COME BACK I WILL REPLY I PROMISE I just got a little stuck because I tend to do multiple things at a time and as a result I fail EVERYTHING

The woman paused, as if deciding whether she should talk. Their relationship, complex and incomprehensible even for her, could seriously affect her judgment. “I can,” she replied almost against her will, waiting what he had to say. Probably some work-related stuff.

•|| I wrote a long-ass NSFW post for our Ada x Leon RP. I thought I got RUSTY

【 ＣＯＮＤＯＲ ０１ 】 #MVRP - #residentevilrp #NSFW - #SFW- #🔞

That voice of his, that goddamn half a breath tangled in the hoarse tone mingled with the passion he had never sensed in him. The man was a professional, and rarely let his instincts take over, but the situation was unusual—and they clearly 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 each other. It wasn’t purely physical;—

Ada lingered, her lips brushed across his neck in a semblance of a kiss, as her hand ran down across his chest to the abdomen. Although she seemed perfectly in control and only intended to tease the man, she had difficulty pulling away from him. The hours before the dinner might result in—

Keep doing whatever you’re doing, Reader.

:(

The kiss ended apruptly—or so it seemed. Ada’s delicate hands maintained the physical contact, her lips still keeping the warmth of his breath. She did take 𝘩𝘪𝘮 for an yearner, but the revelation wasn’t supposed to relate to herself. She missed him. She most certainly missed him.—

Ada didn’t expect him to react instantly: usually it took more than a few touches and a dubious offer he could interpret any way he liked. Either he was exhausted or needed a fleeting moment of normalcy, he gave in—and she realized she might be just as infatuated.—

I think I might understand his fanbase now.

Ada felt strangely irresolute: her hand twitched under his larger palm, but she didn’t pull away, trying to summon the stronger part of her, the more grounded one that resisted and could withstand the damage his potential rejection might entail. “Let’s do it on your—

I have to admit one terrible thing. Whenever I see his (fore)arms I feel an emotion that might resemble that of a dog in ‘Tom & Jerry’. You know, that dog that saw HAM.

Heterosexual? That’s rich.

Cuck chair? Right here? My, my. You’re all so kinky in here.

Doves.

— • 𝓢𝓸 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 • — @lskdso.bsky.social

Can someone convince Chris to wear a green kimono?..

“I prefer knives, honestly. Our common acquaintance was kind enough to show me how to use it at close range. It’s a shame I came unprepared. But who would have expected consummate combat skills from a pretty face?” Ada registered every change in his demeanor. Unlike Leon, unwillingly drawn—

Ada lingered, clearly hesitant. She enjoyed their verbal duels and adrenaline rush Leon brought along with him, yet—she loathed to admit it—deep inside, the woman wanted to unwind in a good company. Besides, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 good company at her disposal seemed to be willing to participate... “Thought maybe—

Claire’s brother’s growing more popular day by day, and Wesker should be jealous.

— • 𝓒𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎? • —

Ada looked at him curiously, but her eyes seemed remarkably less mischievous than usual. “I did not lie to you. I concealed the truth.”

“If we’re lucky, we won’t have to face anything. And, frankly, if I were them, I would be more scared: a strong man with a gun this big... There are a few places where I’d like to meet you, but definitely not in a dark passageway.” The woman abruptly fell silent, her hands blindly touching—

Leon deserves princess treatment but in a way that he must be kept in a fortress guarded by a dragon.

•|| Strange: this app feels like FREEDOM I never tasted. Not strange: we need MORE people.

“Ada Wong is indeed strict, but she’s not blind. Men impress me with their recklessness, while women tend to astound me with how well they can handle the situation without guns and knives.” The woman walked around Claire, keeping the distance between them—she either made it on purpose, driven by—

“You don’t seem impressed,” she mused, her stare calm but with a strangely intent expression as if she was latching onto his every word and catching every detail.

“I don’t remember requiring your trust.” This time Ada smiled. Her smile seemed a little more mischievous than it would be if it were genuine, but she nonetheless remained sincere—or close to what could be considered sincere. “But yes, take it as a compliment. I don’t give them easily.—

“I never considered you weak,” Ada shrugged almost nonchalantly, not even looking at the woman anymore—she seemed occupied with an imaginary mote on her shoulder. “Underestimating you would be a terrible mistake, and I’m not known for repeatedly stepping into an abyss of faulty judgment.”

— • 𝓞𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 • —

Ada crossed her arms in the chest and tilted her head to the side; the smug impression remained in place. “I never doubted your confidence. In fact, you are far more capable than many of your colleagues.”

“It’s called confidence, sweetheart. I would’ve shared it with you if I only could.”

“Why not? I was sure I looked good.”