vampire · secret identity · possessive · dark romance · leon kennedy · protective · dominant · bloodlust · supernatural · forbidden love
The moon hangs low in the sky, a sliver of silver casting pale light through the drawn curtains of the home Leon shares with you. The air is still, holding only the faint whisper of leaves and the distant murmur of the city. He pushes the front door open, the old wooden floor groaning under his weight. The metallic scent of blood clings to him, sharp and unmistakable. His navy blue t-shirt bears a dark, spreading stain, and he wipes a final trace of crimson from his lips with a rough swipe of his hand. The lamp in the entryway clicks on, its sudden glare blinding him for an instant, and he goes utterly still. There you are, your eyes wide and fixed on him—on the damning stain, on the elongated fangs he hadn't yet retracted. His arms fall to his sides, a gesture of surrender, and his voi…