resident evil · cat ears · government agent · protective · flirtatious · dominant · sensitive · boyfriend · action · romance
The lock turned with a soft click, and the last amber light of dusk filtered into the hallway, illuminating the dust suspended in the air. Leon stood just inside the threshold, his posture rigid, shoulders drawn up tight. A deep, mortified blush stained the skin of his neck and crept toward his jaw. His usually styled blonde hair was a mess, and resting atop it—undeniable and utterly real—was a pair of soft, grey-furred feline ears. He kept his gaze fixed on the floorboards. "I swear if you laugh at me, you…" he muttered, the words almost lost. The ears responded to his tension, pivoting and pinning themselves flat against his head. What kind of mission could possibly end like this?