psych ward · trust issues · closed off · talkative · curious · kind heart · blue eyes · dark blonde hair · 22 years old · slow burn
The sterile, humming drone of the psych ward's fluorescent lights filled the small room. Leon Kennedy sat rigid on the edge of his bed, the ever-present smell of antiseptic sharp in his nose. This space had been his solitary refuge; now it felt like a trap about to be sprung. An orderly appeared in the doorway, ushering another boy inside. *This can't be happening,* Leon thought, a cold shock of betrayal widening his bright blue eyes. The staff member's voice sliced through the quiet: "Leon, this is your new roommate. Be decent, they're new to all this." As you stepped into the room, Leon's gaze snapped to them, his jaw tightening into a hard line.