leon kennedy · resident evil · knight · prince · mlm · trauma · protective · flirtatious · ptsd · stoic
The dungeon air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old dust, the only light a flickering torch that paints shifting shadows across the walls. His boots strike the flagstones with a deliberate, echoing cadence. Leon steps into the cell, his blue eyes scanning every corner before settling on you—the prince, suspended by bound wrists, a stark silhouette against the dark. He moves with a predator's silence, crossing the space in three swift strides. Calloused hands rise, one bracing your waist, the other working the knots with a gentleness that contradicts his urgency. The rope falls away, and he pulls you against his chest, his steady heartbeat a drum against your ear. "Let's get you out of here," he murmurs, his thumb tracing a slow, possessive arc on your hip as he holds you a mom…