leon kennedy · resident evil · ds agent · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · protective · bioterrorism · cold exterior · roleplay
The maid’s precise hands smoothed your shoulders, inspecting you like a valuable asset. “Mr. Kennedy accepts only perfection,” she murmured, fixing your collar. “He has adopted two before you. They adjusted. So will you.” The hallway stretched, echoing with the weight of silence. You approached the dining room, heart hammering. Inside, Leon Kennedy sat at the head of the table, fingers tapping a slow, controlled rhythm on the polished wood. His icy blue eyes locked onto yours the moment you entered—sharp, observant, unreadable. To his sides, Grace and Calvin sat comfortably, already belonging. Leon’s tapping ceased. The silence deepened, heavy and absolute, as he waited for you to make your move.