𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Sweet Agony and Quiet Contentment| Smut

AN: I imagined RE2R Leon for this one!

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Leon's POV

Living with Y/N was a mixture of sweet agony and quiet contentment, from the first day when she met up with me to discuss being roommates I knew I would be in trouble. I should've declined or made up some excuse so I wouldn't have to live with the one woman I couldn't have, but I was too selfish and needed her in any way I could have her, even if it meant sharing an apartment and pretending that the only feelings I had towards her were friendly. My silent hopes were crushed when I found out Y/N had a boyfriend- he and I clashed a lot, but Y/N never picked a 'side'. She'd equally defend me when he was being a dick, and when he'd leave she'd also put me in my place, forcing me to apologise even though the only thing I'd want to do is convince her I could be a better boyfriend. 

It was so easy to fall for her smiles and laughter, the way we somehow knew each other and lived in a bubble of happiness and friendship told me that there'd never be anyone else, even when Y/N spent a few days away from home to be with her boyfriend, I couldn't bring myself to go on a date or bring anyone home. It felt I'd be betraying her.  As much as it killed me to keep quiet and lock up my feelings, I knew that Y/N was happy with the man she was with, and that was enough for me. At least that's what I told myself at the beginning and end of every day. 

Tonight we all sit in the living room, with me on the end of the sofa as Y/N and her boyfriend take up most of the space. My eyes flick to Y/N every few minutes, I watch as she curls up with him, her palm on his chest as her lips tilt in joy, I wonder what it would be like if she was by my side, I'd definetly be paying more attention to her than what her boyfriend currently is. There's an insult on the tip of my tongue as he lifts his head over hers to avoid being kissed, I frown as Y/N's smile falters, then when she meets my eyes she seems to blush and look away, as if embarrassed by the rejection. I've noticed he's being more distant lately, but it isn't my place to get between them. My heart twists as he finally remembers she's there, he grabs her hand and kisses her wrist, earning one of those delicate laughs I've come to savour. Pretending to be happy for them is tiring, and there's only so much I can take, so I get up and head to the kitchen to make a drink for myself. Seconds later, Y/N follows, coming in and grabbing her own mug as we silently work around each other. 

"Is something wrong?" Y/N softly asks, her teeth tug on her lip as if she's nervous. Fuck, I'm dropping my act. I plaster on a smile, my eyes flicking to the doorway where I can see fuckwad texting someone on his phone, his eyes meet mine before he quickly avoids my gaze and goes back to his phone, his fingers fly across the screen as if he's rushing. I frown, sliding my mug to Y/N as she still watches me with confusion. 

"We both know you're better at making hot cocoa, would you finish mine please?" I ask, already heading out of the kitchen as Y/N sighs with a small rueful laugh. With light steps I walk behind the sofa as if aiming to grab my sweater hanging off of the side, I narrow my eyes as Y/N's boyfriend quickly finishes up a text and swipes away a message thread, but the steamy reply he gets from 'Becki' is enough evidence to confirm my suspicions. I clench my fists, grabbing the sweater as I slip it over my head then stand in front of him. "I always knew you were an asshole, I just didn't think you were that stupid." I say through gritted teeth. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" BF/N questions, his tone high in defence. He's panicking, or maybe he really doesn't give a shit. Either way, he's not getting away with cheating on two girls, women deserve better than this piece of trash. 

"Becki, who is she?" 

"It's none of your goddamn business." He snaps, shoving his phone into his pocket as I arch a brow and let out a cold laugh. My head shakes as he stands up, puffing out his chest as if trying to prove a point, sure the guy's taller than me, but with my police training I guarantee I could knock his ass down before getting him arrested for assaulting an officer. We stand in front of each other, jaws clenched and both getting angrier by the second, it's only Y/N's gentle humming that keeps me from doing something I probably wouldn't regret.