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, catching the ridges of scars that map Leon's torso—each one a story, a battle, a ghost he can't shake. He stands with his forearms pressed against the railing, shoulders slightly hunched, breath slow and deliberate. The city lights blur in the distance, but his focus is inward, lost somewhere 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, still keeping his eyes on the sky. The smirk lingers, waiting for you to…