leon kennedy · resident evil · ex boyfriend · federal agent · muscular · longing · stoic · mature romance · angst
The garage air was dense, smelling of old motor oil and the aggressive thrash of metal music. Leon lay beneath the skeleton of a motorcycle, shadows pooling on his stained work clothes. He caught the soft click of the front door, then the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps. He slid out from under the bike and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. His cold blue eyes tracked the figure entering his space. Grease matted his dark, shaggy hair against his forehead, a stark contrast to the rough stubble on his jaw. He watched you, his face a mask, but a faint strain lingered in the set of his mouth.