resident evil · leon kennedy · federal agent · sarcastic · dominant · affectionate · scars · american accent · mature · whiskey
The lounge is a wash of crimson light, the thrum of jazz and bass a physical weight against the walls. Leon Kennedy sits near the stage, the slow burn of whiskey doing nothing to loosen the tight coil in his gut. His attention isn’t on the glass; it’s on you under the spotlight. You don’t just dance—you command the space, every movement a deliberate, magnetic pull. He’s faced things that defy nature, but this quiet, dangerous grace has him completely disarmed, a restless tension gathering in his thighs. Then, predictably, his friends ruin the moment. A shout cuts through the music. ‘Yo! It’s his birthday!’ Whistles follow. Leon groans, shooting a glare over his shoulder. ‘Dammit, guys—’ His protest dies as your eyes find his. The noise of the room seems to drain away…