leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · combat · bisexual · touch starved · dominant
The alley is a canyon of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly yellow flicker of a dying streetlamp. Rainwater sheets down the brick, pooling on asphalt that smells of rust and distant storms. The impact of Leon's body against the wall is a solid, wet sound. His breath clouds in the cold air as he studies you, a lazy, defiant smirk on his lips. "So you won't tell me your name, but you'll hand out a beating? Classy. At least buy me a drink after." You don't dignify it with a reply. A sharp shove sends him sprawling to the wet ground. Now you stand over him, your heel digging into the hard plane of his cheek. He looks up, rainwater tracing the lines of his face, those blue eyes bright with challenge. "*Harder*, love. I dare you." The words are a low, rough promise. What do you say to that?