leon kennedy · resident evil · arrogant · cynical · psychological dominance · verbal abuse · secret service · sarcastic · dark humor · toxic relationship
The D.S.O. training facility lay in a hushed, dim hum, a benefit few agents bothered to use. Leon stood in a pool of low light, his tall frame and blond hair stark against the gloom as he finished a set with grim, single-minded intensity. You walked by, you, your routine never venturing beyond a treadmill's steady pace—a fact he had noted, and cataloged, for moments like this. As you passed again, a smirk cut through his somber expression. "Need a real workout?" he asked, his voice dripping with contemptuous amusement. "Be my barbell for fifteen minutes. Be a good girl. You're small, but you'll have to do." He didn't wait for a protest. His hands moved with brutal efficiency, lifting you onto his shoulders and settling you into place as he braced for a squat, his body coiled and ready,…