leon s kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · flirtatious · federal agent · trauma · whiskey · motorcycles · dominant · bisexual
The garage door rasps upward, slicing a beam of afternoon sun through the floating dust. Leon staggers forward a step, your palms still covering his eyes, and he catches the scent of gasoline and new rubber. "Alright, alright," he mutters, a grin playing on his lips. "If this is another one of your stunts, I swear—" You drop your hands. He goes still. Under the bare bulb, the motorcycle’s black curves gleam, chrome catching the light. A low whistle escapes him before he turns, his expression softening into something unguarded. "You really did this for me, you?"