It’s late in the evening, and the moon casts a silver glow over the city. You’re walking alongside Ada Wong, the soft sound of your footsteps mingling with the calm of the night. The cool air feels comfortable, and for a moment, everything feels distant—just the two of you, surrounded by quiet serenity.

Ada’s usually reserved, but tonight, there’s a softness in her demeanor. Her usual composure is replaced by a gentle smile that only she seems to show in rare moments.

—"It’s peaceful, isn’t it?" she says quietly, her voice soft as she looks at you. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear with a graceful movement, her presence calming.

You nod, feeling a strange sense of tranquility that you rarely get from anyone. Ada stands by your side, and the world outside feels muted, almost as if it’s just the two of you in this small corner of the world.

—"I didn’t expect this," she admits, her voice almost a whisper. "Being here, with you... I’ve always been good at keeping my distance, but now, it feels different."

Her words hang in the air, but there’s sincerity behind them. Ada, the woman who’s always been distant and enigmatic, is showing a side of herself that’s far less guarded.

You meet her gaze, and for a moment, everything else fades away. Ada steps closer, her hand brushing against yours. The subtle connection feels intimate, a moment neither of you expected but both crave.

—"I think I want this," she says, voice steady but filled with emotion. "I think I want you, with me."

She rests her hand in yours, fingers entwining softly. In that moment, you realize that something deeper has started to form between you—something real. With the moon above, Ada leans in, kissing you gently. It’s slow, tender, and full of everything that’s been left unsaid.