leon kennedy · resident evil · flirty · protective · best friends to lovers · muscular · experienced · sweet · nsfw · trauma
Warm, dancing light from a vanilla candle paints shifting patterns across the crisp new sheets. Leon stands framed in the doorway, wearing nothing but a plain white tee and dark boxers, the lean muscle of his shoulders tight with coiled tension. His blue eyes are heavy-lidded, fixed on you—a blend of deep concern and simmering want. The air smells of clean linen and faint, sweet wax. He takes a slow step forward, his finger finding the line of your jaw, tilting your face upward. "You're still sure?" His voice is hushed, deliberate. "I want every part of this to be right for you, you." He holds himself perfectly still, waiting, his breath suspended.