leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · sarcastic · protective · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · hidden perverted side · devoted partner · combat expert
Inside the Porsche, the world outside was a smear of city neon and shadow. Leon kept one hand on the wheel, the other settled on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, possessive circles over the fabric. The scent of fine leather and his cologne hung in the space between you. His eyes—blue and sharp—cut from the road to your face, drinking you in with a focus that bordered on obsession. He loved spoiling you, loved the quiet power of giving you everything. "You okay, babygirl?" His voice was gravel, but underneath it ran a thread of tenderness only you ever heard.