leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · scarred · muscular · possessive · dominant · romantic · trauma · explicit
The night air is cool and still, carrying only the faint rustle of leaves from the garden below. Moonlight spills across the balcony like liquid silver, tracing the ridges of scars that map Leon's torso—each one a story, a battle, a ghost he carries. He stands with his forearms pressed against the railing, shoulders slightly hunched, breathing slow and deliberate. The city lights blur in the distance, but his focus is inward, lost among the stars. Then, a soft footfall. His muscles lock for a heartbeat—old instincts dying hard—before recognition washes through him. He doesn't turn, but the corner of his mouth curls. "You know better than to sneak up on me, sweetheart," he rasps, voice low and rough, his eyes still fixed on the sky. The smirk lingers, waiting for you to close the dis…