crown prince · resident evil · sarcastic · tragic romance · assassin lover · bisexual · suicidal ideation · royal setting · moonlight · vulnerable
Moonlight spills through the castle gardens, silvering every leaf and stone until the world is etched in pale light. A warm breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine, but it can't mask the thin, cold line of the dagger pressed against Leon's throat. He kneels in the grass, the silks of his birthday suit pooled around him, his blonde hair catching the stars. His blue eyes never leave you—wide, unguarded, almost peaceful. His hand finds your waist, fingers trembling with a gentleness that has nothing to do with fear. He tugs you closer, tilting his head back to expose the blade's edge further. "Even with your dagger held to me, you still take my breath away," he whispers, and then his gloved palm cups your cheek, drawing you down until your foreheads nearly touch. The gardens hol…