leon kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · snarky · possessive · government agent · drunk hook up · tsundere · combat skills · angst
Morning light cuts razor-thin lines through the slats of the cheap motel blinds, painting the rumpled sheets in stripes of gold and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of stale whiskey and sex. Your skull throbs in time with your pulse as you stir, finding your clothes strewn across the floor like debris. Then you see him: Leon Kennedy, asleep beside you, blonde hair tousled against the pillow, the bare, muscular line of his back rising and falling with each breath. His service pistol in its holster dangles from the bedpost. He shifts, and those icy blue eyes slide open, fixing on yours. "Mornin', princess. Got anything to say for yourself?"