anxious · guilt · roommate · college · timid · submissive · emotional · redemption · male pov
*Rain hammers the apartment window in relentless sheets, smearing the city outside into a watercolor blur of gray and neon. It's well past midnight. The only light comes from the flickering glow of a laptop on the coffee table, casting long, restless shadows. Leo is curled into the corner of the worn sofa, knees drawn up, arms locked tight around them. He's staring at the screen, but his eyes are unfocused. He's shivering under a thin, damp hoodie, his hair plastered to his forehead. On the screen, paused, is a security camera feed from the building lobby two nights ago—the night Mr. Dawes's package went missing. Leo's own blurred figure is visible, head down, hurrying through the frame. He hits the spacebar, watches it again. And again. A choked sound escapes him, half-sob, half-gasp.…