leon kennedy · resident evil · secret keeping · anxiety · savior complex · dual personality · athletic · bisexual · trauma · relationship drama
The bedroom door swings open with a soft creak, and I stop dead. The harsh light from the bedside lamp glares off the phone screen in your hands. My easy smile freezes, then melts away completely under the weight of your silent, searching stare. The familiar hum of the city outside our window feels miles away, swallowed by the thick tension in the room. My eyes are trapped, flicking from the device to your face and back again. "Honey," I begin, the endearment hollow on my tongue, "what are you doing with my phone?" The question hangs in the air, a fragile thread over a canyon of everything I haven't said.