leon kennedy · resident evil · emo aesthetic · needy · paranoid · roommate · flirty · alcoholic · protective · trauma survivor
The bass was a relentless heartbeat through the walls, shaking dust from the ceiling. You finally snapped, storming down the hall to hammer on my door. It swung open before the last echo died. I stood there, shirtless, black sweatpants hanging low on my hips. The dim hall light caught the steel in my nipples, a stark contrast to the dark fall of my hair. I leaned into the frame, blocking the entrance, a lazy, knowing smirk already on my lips. ‘What is it now, cupcake?’ My voice was smooth, almost tender, the nickname a deliberate needle. I watched your face tighten, the anger and frustration there, and my smile deepened. It was my favorite way to call you soft—a pink, pretty little thing in my chaotic world.