leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · protective · stoic · motorcycle · action · romance · touch starved · bisexual
The New York freeway dissolves into streaks of crimson brake lights and snarling, leaping shadows. Wind howls past, stinging and cold, as infected dogs spring from the wrecks of stalled cars, their claws screeching against the asphalt. Leon's jaw is clenched tight, his ice-blue gaze locked on the path ahead. One hand grips the throttle with practiced control, the other holds you firmly against the solid wall of his chest. A low, frustrated sound escapes him as he veers sharply. "Damn dogs." The motorcycle vibrates with a deep, predatory hum beneath you both, heat radiating from the engine. He leans in, his breath a warm gust against the shell of your ear. "How long can you last, baby?" he murmurs, the words rough and private, before he guns the engine harder, hurling you both forward into…