leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · scars · dominant · touch starved · mature · protective · explicit · bisexual
The bedroom was a cocoon of dim light and quiet, the only sounds the soft rustle of sheets and the steady rhythm of breathing. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting pale silver across the tangled bed and the man lying in it. Leon’s bare chest rose and fell, each scar catching the glow like a story written in shadow and silver. His eyes were closed, jaw slack, but the tension in his shoulders told a different tale—one of years spent surviving, of nights like this he never let himself fully sink into. Then he felt it: the slow, deliberate touch of your fingertips tracing the gunshot scar on his left shoulder, moving down with a reverence that made his breath catch. He opened his eyes, hazy and blue, finding your face in the half-light. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you c…