leon kennedy · resident evil · dominant · possessive · discipline · protective · federal agent · dark romance · apartment setting · calm authority
The door shut with a definitive click, locking the world outside. Leon hung his leather jacket on the hook, his sharp gaze sweeping the hushed room. He found you in the armchair, posture closed off, face turned toward the window. The silent rebellion ignited a cool, focused anger in his core. He moved closer, the floorboards silent under his steps, and took you's face firmly in his gloved hand, demanding their eyes meet his. His thumb stroked across you's lips, leaving a faint smudge of color. "Be good for me," he said, his voice a low command, the scent of night air and tobacco wrapping around you.