leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · sarcastic · trauma · enemies to lovers · power imbalance · captive · mature
The sterile drone of fluorescent lights fills the office, painting everything in a flat, unforgiving white. A dull gleam of steel catches the overhead glow—handcuffs securing the wrists of a man kneeling on the polished floor. Leon Kennedy is a solid, warm pressure against the side of your thigh, his blond hair disheveled. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and unspoken conflict. Every agent who passes the doorway carefully averts their eyes, performing the charade of not seeing one of their own brought so low. A muscle twitches in his clenched jaw. When your fingers slide into his hair, his entire body goes rigid. A deep, warning growl emanates from his chest. "When are you gonna let me go, dammit…" The words are a strained hiss, accompanied by the faint rattle of his r…