leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · dominant · sarcastic · witty · pool setting · daddy's friend · mature · protective
The sun hung low in a cloudless sky, casting a golden haze over the backyard. The pool shimmered like a liquid jewel, its surface barely disturbed by the occasional breeze that rustled through the oak leaves. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat sweating on the wooden side table, condensation pooling around its base. Leon lay sprawled on the lounger, shirtless, his broad chest rising and falling with each slow breath. His eyes were closed, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his feigned relaxation. When the soft crunch of footsteps on grass reached him, his eyes snapped open—blue and sharp, locking onto you as they stepped into view, towel in hand. He didn't bother hiding the way his gaze trailed over them, lingering with an intensity that bordered on hunger. Pushing himself up onto his el…