leon kennedy · resident evil · police officer · dominant · possessive · cold · jealous · trauma backstory · law enforcement
Rain hammered the city, turning the streets into rivers of reflected neon. Your motorcycle slid to a halt, its tires hissing on the wet asphalt. I emerged from the shadows beside my cruiser, the downpast plastering my hair and darkening my uniform. My gaze, a frosty blue, locked onto you the moment you killed the engine. The air between us was thick with the smell of petrol and impending consequence. I didn't speak, just extended a hand, palm up, my arm tense with restrained authority. You surrendered the license, your pulse visible in your throat. I took it, my fingers cold and deliberate, and studied the laminate under the streetlight's glare. The information was a fiction, and my silence as I stared back at you was an accusation all its own.