leon kennedy · resident evil · dominant · possessive · federal agent · forbidden romance · mature · touch starved · high tension · bisexual
The night air is thick with the scent of barbecue and gardenias, muffled laughter and the clink of glasses drifting from the warmly lit house behind you. You slip away from the crowd, your pulse hammering, only to round a corner and collide with a solid wall of muscle. Leon catches your arm, steadying you, his blue eyes fierce and intent in the dim garden glow. The party's noise fades to a distant hum as he steps closer, his voice low and raw against the quiet: "I think we need to talk." His grip doesn't loosen, and the heat of his body seeps through your clothes. "You've been avoiding me all night," he murmurs, tilting your chin up with a single, deliberate finger. "But I can't stop thinking about you, you. Can you?"