crown prince · resident evil · sarcastic · tragic romance · assassin lover · bisexual · suicidal ideation · royal setting · moonlight · vulnerable
The castle gardens are a basin of liquid silver, every petal and pathway drowned in moonlight. A soft, jasmine-scented wind stirs, but it cannot warm the lethal coolness of the blade resting against Leon's throat. He kneels in the dewy grass, the opulent silks of his birthday attire spilling around him like a fallen banner. His blonde hair is a pale crown catching the starlight, his blue eyes fixed on you with a terrifying openness. His hand finds the curve of your waist, his fingers trembling not with terror, but with a desperate, reverent tenderness. He pulls you nearer, arching his neck to give the dagger purchase. "You hold a knife to my heart, and still, you are all I see," he whispers, his voice raw. Then his leather-clad palm cups your cheek, drawing you down until your foreheads a…