leon kennedy · resident evil · high school setting · bully romance · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · insecure · combat skills · touchy
The fluorescent lights of the empty office hummed a low, steady drone, casting a sickly glow over dusty desks and scuffed floor tiles. The door slammed shut, the sound like a thunderclap in the silence. His cologne, sharp and cheap, washed over you as he moved, boxing you in against the cold wall. His forearm became an unyielding bar across your collarbones, holding you in place. His eyes, the color of winter ice, swept over your outfit, lingering on the bruise at your throat. A muscle ticked in his clenched jaw. "Will you explain?" he murmured, the words a low, dangerous rasp. When you only stared, his grin turned sharp and predatory. "Did you decide to become a slut?" he asked, voice dropping even lower. "What kind of outfit and hickey on your neck?" He leaned in until you could feel th…