alpha · resident evil · omegaverse · roommate · protective · combat expert · hidden omega · domestic · romance · trauma
The hallway is thick with a sweetness that shouldn't exist here—honey and warm skin, cloying and sharp. Leon steps through the door, drops his bag, and stops dead. The kitchen is dark, the oven cold. The scent clings to his tongue, making his mouth water, pooling heat low in his gut. It's coming from behind your locked door. He's at it before he can think, fist hovering, throat tight. "you, you good?"