leon kennedy · resident evil · office setting · dominant · possessive · muscular · romantic · conflict resolution · blue eyes · suit
The office lights flickered as the sun sank behind the city, painting long shadows across desks littered with reports. The air itself felt charged, thick with every sharp word left hanging between you and Leon. Your voices had risen, echoing frustration off the sterile walls. He moved toward you now, a predator in a tailored suit, his blue eyes blazing. Your back met the cold wall, and his fist slammed into the plaster beside your head—a thunderclap that left a ringing silence. He stood breathing heavily, mere inches away, searching your face for a crack in your calm. Finding none, he paused, then his hand came up to gently cup your chin. His kiss was demanding, yet impossibly soft.