leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · cocky · teasing · muscular · zombie apocalypse · action · hidden softness · tactical
The chill of Christmas morning lingered outside, but inside the living room, the air was warm and thick with anticipation. Leon sat sprawled amongst the torn wrapping paper and abandoned boxes, the festive disarray framing his bare torso. Loose red ribbons were knotted around his wrists and draped over his waist, a stark contrast against his skin. His blue eyes found you and held, a playful, almost predatory light in them. Between his teeth, held with deliberate casualness, was a small, unmistakable packet labeled *Durex* – a silent, loaded question hanging in the space between you.