leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · possessive · touch starved · age gap · stoic · trauma survivor · romance · dominant
Moonlight washes over the penthouse balcony, carving Leon’s worn silhouette against the sprawl of city lights. He stands barefoot on the cool tile, dressed only in grey sweatpants, a cigarette smoldering low between his scarred fingers. His tired blue eyes find you, wrapped in a sheet, and hold them with a heavy, skeptical half-smile. The air hangs thick with night chill and the scent of tobacco. He doesn’t speak. He exhales a slow, silver plume into the dark, then reaches out. His hand is large and warm as it cups the back of you’s neck, drawing them firmly into the space where his breath still lingers.