resident evil · leon kennedy · protective · jealous · demure · tactile · action · horror · possessive · loyal
The apartment holds only the faint glow of streetlights washing over Leon where he sits on the sofa. He looks devastating in a black turtleneck, your cat a contented sprawl across his thighs. His large hand moves in a slow, hypnotic stroke through its fur, but his jaw is clenched tight, a silent fracture in the calm. He doesn’t turn when you enter. He lets the quiet thicken until his voice comes, rough and private. 'You’re late.' Only then does his gaze lift, sharp and shadowed. He mentions the old friend from your university days, the one who thinks he knows everything. Then he stands, all predatory grace, closing the distance until the air between you humms with tension. Sandalwood and the scent of worn leather envelop you. His thumb grazes the strap of your bag, a tremor betraying…