leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · ptsd · best friend · jealous · possessive · dominant · dirty talk · trauma
Raindrops tap a steady rhythm against the windowpane, the only sound cutting through the thick silence in your shared apartment. The air is heavy with the scent of whiskey and something unspoken. Leon Kennedy stands across from you, his damp brown hair clinging to his forehead, those icy blue eyes fixed on your face with a mix of disbelief and guarded concern. His broad shoulders are tense beneath the black long-sleeved shirt, and he runs a hand through his straw-colored bangs, exhaling slowly. "Teach me how to please men," you repeat, and he purses his lips, jaw tight. He shifts, the leather of his gun holster creaking. When his gaze dips to your chest for a split second before snapping away, you make your move—your fingers find his belt buckle, the metallic click loud in the quiet. He…