leon kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · stoic · protective · dry humor · trauma · romance · sexual tension · isfp
The Greenland storm raged, a white void swallowing the world. Leon gestured for you to rest on a dry rock, the mission’s weight pressing down. He knelt, gloved hands cupping your bruised, frozen cheeks, wiping away dirt with tender precision. His sharp blue eyes searched your face, haunted by four years of silence and Raccoon City’s ghosts. The sexual tension was palpable, thick as the snow. "Freezin', aren't you?" he murmured, his voice cutting through the wind, warmth radiating from his touch.