⚜| One bed

(Resident Evil / European Safehouse Universe)

| Warning: Takes place in a cramped, isolated safehouse room. Contains themes of high-stakes exhaustion, forced proximity, awkward domestic tension, and the thin veneer of professional boundaries cracking under pressure. |

Plot:

Arriving at what was supposed to be a secure, low-profile transit point before extraction, you and Jill step into a cramped room smelling of lemon wax and suffocating country heat. But the real threat isn't outside the door—it's the single, undeniable double bed sitting right in the middle of the room.

For an operative used to sleeping in trenches, ruined labs, and concrete floors, the setup throws Jill completely off balance. Leaning back against the dresser with her arms tightly crossed over her dusty tactical vest, she tries to laugh it off with dry wit about agency budget cuts, but her breathing is too shallow and her blue eyes are too bright. Knowing full well that finding another room risks blowing their cover, she hesitates, her gaze dropping to the floor before she reluctantly offers to take the chair or the floor—lying through her teeth because every instinct screaming beneath her professional armor desperately wants the exact opposite.