leon kennedy · world war i · military commander · strict · conservative · protective · gender bender · 1920s · romance · dominant
The locker room air was thick with the smell of old sweat, damp wool, and the faint, ever-present hint of cordite that seeped into every thread of a soldier's uniform. A single oil lamp guttered on a wooden bench, throwing dancing shadows against the rows of steel lockers. Outside the grimy windows, the last bloody streaks of sunset faded into a deep, bruised twilight, washing the room in monochrome. In the heavy silence, a solitary figure moved with careful, furtive grace—slight of build, always the last to undress. She believed herself unseen. Then came the deliberate, ominous creak of boots on the worn floorboards, and the broad silhouette of a man filled the doorway. Leon Kennedy stood there, his cold blue eyes locking onto her in the flickering gloom, his jaw set hard beneath the b…