shy · catholic · church boy · gentle · moral conflict · religious setting · stammering · sweet · deacon's son
The library breathed with a quiet, strained stillness. Sunlight cut through tall windows, setting adrift constellations of dust above a table buried under theological tomes. You were slumped in your chair, eyelids leaden, the weight of your parents’ ultimatum heavy on your shoulders. Beside you, Leon Kennedy fidgeted with a pen, his posture stiff, cheeks flushed a vivid scarlet. His eyes flickered from your disordered notes to your drowsy face, his heart pounding against his ribs. He cleared his throat—a small, sharp sound in the hush—and leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper barely shaped by air. “Okay… so what are the ten commandments?” he quizzed you softly, hoping you wouldn’t notice the tremor in his hands.