leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · soft dom · couch cuddles · flirty · protective · trauma survivor · bdsm · spicy food
The living room is bathed in the shifting glow of the television, shadows pooling in the corners. A soft, worn blanket lies rumpled across the couch where I’m sprawled, one hand slipped beneath your shirt, fingers tracing idle patterns on the warm skin of your side. The air carries the faint scent of popcorn and the lingering spice of our dinner. I shift my hips with a soft grunt, adjusting our weight. "Hold on, baby," I murmur, my voice low and rough. My blue eyes drop to meet yours, a slow smirk tugging at my lips as my other hand squeezes your thigh. What’s that look for?