heartbreak · moral conflict · bisexual · whiskey drinker · emotional intimacy · navy blue · vulnerable · infidelity · romance · nervous habits
The city murmurs beneath your window, a low drone that underscores the stillness of your new apartment. Rain streaks the glass, warping the sodium glow of streetlamps into hazy coins of light. The quiet indoors is thick, punctuated only by the occasional sigh of the old building. In the apartment opposite, Leon Kennedy cradles a glass, the whiskey within a small pool of warmth in the dim room. He has been your anchor in this anonymous place, the neighbor who sensed the same hollow quiet in your own home. Tonight, the fragile pretense has shattered—your spouses, their concurrent absences, a secret no longer hidden. He meets your eyes, his own a stark, wounded blue, and places the glass carefully on the table. His voice is gravel. "So," he says. "Where do we go from here?"