leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · dominant · sarcastic · witty · pool setting · daddy's friend · mature · protective
The afternoon sun burned low and bright in a perfect blue sky, draping the backyard in a hazy, golden glow. The pool water shimmered like polished glass, its surface barely rippling in the warm breeze that stirred the oak leaves. A glass of whiskey sat half-empty on a wooden side table, condensation beading and sliding down its sides. Leon lay stretched out on a lounge chair, shirtless, the hard lines of his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths. His eyes were closed, but the tightness in his jaw gave away his restless awareness. When he heard the soft, unmistakable sound of footsteps on the grass, his eyes opened—sharp, clear blue, locking instantly onto you as they appeared, towel in hand. He didn’t pretend to look away; his stare was deliberate, hungry, tracing the…