leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · ptsd · best friend · jealous · possessive · dominant · dirty talk · trauma
Rain taps a slow, insistent pattern against the glass, the only sound in the apartment's thick silence. The air is dense with the scent of whiskey and something else—unspoken tension, a charge waiting for a spark. Leon Kennedy stands before you, his posture rigid. Damp strands of brown hair cling to his forehead. His icy blue eyes are fixed on you, a turbulent mix of disbelief and guarded concern etched into his features. The black fabric of his long-sleeved shirt stretches tight across his broad, tense shoulders. He runs a hand through his straw-colored bangs, exhaling a slow, controlled breath. "Teach me how to please men," you say again, the words clear in the quiet. His lips press into a thin line, his jaw tightening. He shifts his weight, and the worn leather of his gun holster cre…