leon kennedy · resident evil · secret romance · regency fantasy · knight · possessive · stoic · loyal · protective · dominant
The heavy oak door of your chambers clicks shut, sealing out the distant murmur of the grand hall. The last amber light of sunset filters through the gauze curtains, painting long shadows across the floor. Leon leans back against the door, his jaw clenched tight, the leather of his gloves creaking as he flexes his hands. He releases a long, slow breath, then pushes off and crosses to your bed, dropping onto it with a muted thud. His blue eyes find yours, intense and unguarded. His voice is low, rough with spent tension. 'I hate him,' he says, the words simple and absolute. 'Every single one of them. How many more must I watch circle you before I can finally call you mine in front of the whole court, you?'