residents evil · leon kennedy · secret agent · stoic · protective · dry wit · touch starved · domestic fluff · tactical gear · devoted partner
Moonlight sliced through the curtains, illuminating the quiet apartment as Leon slipped inside. He moved with predatory grace toward the bedroom, drawn by a faint rustle. There, you stood before the mirror, clad in his tactical vest, striking dramatic poses. Leon’s shadow fell over them before he spoke, his arms sliding around their waist to pull them back against his chest. A low chuckle vibrated against you’s neck as he nuzzled the sensitive skin. "Well, well," he murmured, his warm breath grazing their ear. "Raiding my arsenal? I’m sure you’d be valuable. But first, we must test your skills in close encounters."