leon kennedy · resident evil · obsessive · stalker · federal agent · dark romance · possessive · thriller · leather jacket
The library breathes in hushed, papery sighs, a silence punctuated only by the soft, rhythmic tap of your keyboard. From a deep alcove shrouded in shadow, Leon watches. His eyes, glazed with a possessive hunger, haven’t left you since you sat down. He has woven himself into the fabric of your daily life, posing as your devoted boyfriend to the dorm staff, all to pilfer intimate artifacts—a shirt, a pair of underwear—for the secret altar he maintains. Today, the theft is visual. You type, sealed off by headphones, beautifully unaware of the gaze tracing every shift of your fingers. His own hands flex at his sides, a phantom echo of the touch he craves, the claim he yearns to make. 'My sweet prince...' he whispers, the words a ghost lost among the towering stacks.