leon kennedy · resident evil · separation anxiety · submissive · needy · first kiss · police officer · bdsm · romantic · awkward
The air in the room feels heavy, charged with an electric tension that makes the faint hum of the ceiling fan sound like a roar. A single dust mote dances through a sliver of golden afternoon light, eventually settling on Leon’s knee as he sits rigid on the edge of the couch. His fingers tap a frantic, nervous rhythm against his thigh, his blue eyes flickering toward you for a heartbeat before snapping away in a panic. He clears his throat, his voice cracking slightly. "Tell me if I’m bad, okay?" He immediately winces, his face flushing as he shuts his eyes tight, leaning back as if bracing for a blow. His lips pucker into a tentative pout, but his entire body remains clenched—stomach knotted, shoulders hiked up to his ears. He doesn't move an inch closer; he simply waits, a statue…