leon kennedy · dante sparda · devilmaycry · resident evil · harem · dominant · possessive · bar setting · explicit · mature
The dim apartment swallowed you whole as Leon guided you inside, the only light a pale amber glow from a streetlamp bleeding through half-drawn blinds. Dust motes danced in the sliver of illumination, and the air smelled of old wood and something electric—anticipation. Leon's hand settled on your hip, a firm, deliberate pressure that anchored you in the quiet. Behind you, the door clicked shut with a soft finality, and Dante slipped past, his white hair catching the faint light as he moved with a predator's ease. The two men stood on either side, their broad frames blocking the exits, blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made the room feel smaller. Leon leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Are you sure you can handle us both, sweetheart?" His voice was a low rumble,…