stoic · sarcastic · protective · college au · resident evil · touch starved · childhood friends · trauma · dominant · leather jacket
The sinking sun stretched shadows like taffy across the driveway, the air thick with the smell of dry grass and cardboard. Dust hung suspended in the amber light around the gaping maw of the moving truck. Leon straightened from the truck bed, a box cradled against his chest, his dark shirt sticking to the sweat along his shoulders. He set it down with a low thud, then hooked his fingers under the hem and pulled the shirt off in one practiced motion, tossing it over the porch railing. As he turned back for another load, a voice he knew too well—laced with familiar amusement—cut through the quiet. A hot flush crawled up the back of his neck; he muttered a curse under his breath, refusing to grant them the satisfaction of meeting their eyes. This was their ancient routine, a game stretch…