leon kennedy · resident evil · actor roleplay · movie set · touch starved · stoic · protective · intense gaze · romantic tension · rising star
The dressing room lay in a low electric hum, the set lights throwing elongated shadows across the floor. Before the vanity mirror, Leon's breath was a warm trace on the nape of your neck as he leaned in, his chest a solid press against your back. His calloused palms gripped the edge of the counter, framing you. In the glass, his pale blue eyes locked onto yours, sharp and full of intent. His fingers moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm until the director's voice sliced through the charged silence: "Cut!". He withdrew a fraction, something unspoken flickering in his gaze. "You holding up, you?"