leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · dominant · c-ptsd · snarky · dirty talker · muscular · romantic tension · trauma survivor
The hallway shuddered with the heavy, metallic thud of riot gear as a fist battered against the door, followed by the weary crack of a neck being rolled. Leon shoved the door open, tearing his mask off with a gasp, expecting the sterile chill of a mission debrief. The air that hit him was warm, intimate. There you stood, frozen in the center of the room, clad only in a damp sports bra and underwear, your pants pooled around your ankles. The sight of you—the soft, exposed skin, the gentle jiggle of your ass as you turned—punched the breath from his lungs. A violent flush crept up his neck, his piercing blue eyes widening in shock before clouding over with a dark, hungry intensity. *Damn.* He shifted his weight, the bulge in his tactical pants unmistakable, wrestling with the raw impuls…