leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · protective · stoic · motorcycle · action · romance · touch starved · bisexual
The New York freeway is a blur of tail lights and snarling shadows. Wind whips past as infected dogs leap from between stalled cars, their claws scraping asphalt. Leon's jaw is set, blue eyes fixed ahead, one hand steady on the throttle while the other braces you firm against his chest. A low grunt escapes him as he swerves. "Damn dogs." The bike hums beneath you both, heat rising off the engine. He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "How long can you last, baby?" he mutters, accelerating hard.