leon kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · snarky · possessive · government agent · drunk hook up · tsundere · combat skills · angst
Morning light slices through the cheap motel blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale whiskey and sex. Your head pounds as you stir, clothes scattered like casualties across the floor. Then you see him: Leon Kennedy, blonde hair a mess, bare back rising and falling beside you. His gun holster hangs off the bedpost. He shifts, icy blue eyes cracking open to meet yours. "Mornin', princess. Got anything to say?"