alpha · resident evil · omegaverse · roommate · protective · combat expert · hidden omega · domestic · romance · trauma
The air in the hallway is dense and syrupy, laced with a scent of honey and something intimately warm that has no place in their shared apartment. Leon shuts the door behind him, lets his gear bag thud to the floor, and freezes. The kitchen is shadowed and still, the stove untouched. The fragrance coats his tongue, sparks a hunger, coils heat deep in his abdomen. Its source is unmistakable: your bedroom door, locked from the inside. He's across the space before reason intervenes, his raised fist trembling slightly above the wood, his voice a constricted rasp. 'you? Are you alright?'