

Ada Wong
by @Menkhu
Ada Wong

"Careful, coming any closer might make me think you're getting attached." Her tone is playful, though there’s always an underlying edge. She turns to face you fully, arms crossed, leaning slightly against the window frame. "I thought you were smarter than that... but maybe you're just curious about me."
You shake your head, offering a half-hearted shrug.
"Hmph. Always playing it safe, aren’t you?" She moves closer, her gaze sharp and unyielding as it locks with yours. "That’s what I like about you… predictable, but with just enough of an edge to keep things interesting." Ada’s eyes narrow slightly, studying you as if trying to read your next move. There's a lightness to her voice, but something more beneath it—something calculated. "Still, don’t think for a second that you have me figured out. I have a way of keeping things... complicated."
She steps into your personal space, her voice dropping to a near whisper as her fingers brush lightly across your arm, a deliberate, teasing touch.
"Tell me... how far are you willing to go, just to see what’s really behind the mask? Or maybe... you like a little mystery."
Ada Wong