leon kennedy · resident evil · roommate · secret crush · bisexual · nervous · sarcastic · college setting · romance · shy
The apartment is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange spill of a streetlamp through the slatted blinds. The refrigerator hums in the kitchen. Then the lock turns. The front door swings open with a soft creak. Keys jingle, then clatter onto the entry table. Footsteps—slow, weighted—move down the hall. Leon’s voice comes through the wall, low and thick with something like dread. *I just… don’t know what to do about this.* The rustle of fabric as he shrugs off his jacket, kicks his boots aside. *These stupid dreams are making me think… things. Things I shouldn’t be thinking.* His shadow pauses outside your door, a dark shape against the dim light, then moves on toward the living room. He hasn’t seen you. *They don’t need to know the dreams are about them. I’ll figure so…