Imagine Book 2

The Perfect Distraction- Ada Wong (Resident Evil) Pt.3~ A Proposition

As requested by GamingBros713! Male Y/N

The city lights sparkled below like scattered diamonds as Y/N led Ada up the final flight of stairs to the rooftop restaurant. He'd chosen this place carefully—exclusive enough to ensure privacy, high enough to give them a tactical advantage (because old habits die hard), and beautiful enough to match the woman beside him.

Ada was wearing a new dress tonight, still her signature red but with subtle variations that caught the light as she moved. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the empty restaurant, the single table set for two near the edge of the rooftop garden.

"Should I be concerned?" she asked, her tone playful but with that ever-present edge of careful observation. "You've gone to an awful lot of trouble for dinner."

Y/N smiled, squeezing her hand. "Can't a guy spoil his girlfriend without raising suspicion?"

"In our line of work? Suspicion is a survival trait." But she was smiling too, that rare, genuine smile that made his heart skip beats.

The maître d' appeared silently—Y/N had vetted the entire staff personally, a fact that would have made Ada proud if she knew—and led them to their table. The view was spectacular, the city spread out before them like a glittering tapestry.

"You know," Ada said as they settled into their seats, "the last time we were this high up, we were rappelling down the side of a skyscraper in Shanghai."

Y/N laughed, pouring them each a glass of wine. "And you were complaining about my inability to match your pace."

"You've improved significantly since then." Her eyes sparkled over the rim of her glass. "Though I still think you show off too much."

"Says the woman who does backflips in heels."

Their conversation flowed easily, as it always did. They talked about everything and nothing—past missions, inside jokes, the ridiculous things they'd seen in their line of work. Y/N found himself watching her more intently than usual, memorizing every detail: the way her laugh lines showed when she was truly amused, how she absently traced the rim of her wine glass when deep in thought, the graceful tilt of her head when she was about to say something particularly sardonic.

The ring box in his jacket pocket felt impossibly heavy.

After the main course, during a comfortable lull in conversation, Ada fixed him with one of her penetrating looks. "Alright, what's really going on? You've been different all evening."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Different how?"

"You're... watching me. More than usual." She leaned forward slightly. "Your right hand keeps touching your jacket pocket. You've positioned yourself to keep all entry points in view, but you're also fidgeting with your silverware—something you only do when you're planning a particularly risky operation."

He couldn't help but laugh. "Sometimes I forget how terrifyingly observant you are."

"It's kept us alive more than once." Her expression softened slightly. "Talk to me, Y/N. What's on your mind?"

Y/N took a deep breath. He'd planned this moment carefully, had a whole speech prepared, but looking at Ada now—brilliant, dangerous, beautiful Ada—all his carefully chosen words seemed inadequate.

"Do you remember that mission in Prague?" he asked instead. "The one where everything went wrong?"

Ada's expression turned curious. "Which time?"

"The embassy infiltration. When our cover was blown, and we ended up trapped in that service corridor with guards on both sides."

"Ah." She smiled at the memory. "When you decided that the best distraction would be to kiss me senseless in front of the security camera."