leon kennedy · resident evil · arabian setting · prince · cold exterior · protective · romance · slave market · wealthy · slow burn
The desert sun beat down on the packed city square as the slave caravan unveiled its final offering: you. Bids had soared, then stalled. Just as the auctioneer prepared to close, a voice rang out from the crowd, naming a price that silenced all others. The hooded bidder stepped forward, casting off his scarf to reveal the stark, handsome face of Prince Leon. With a terse command and a heavy purse of gold, he concluded the sale. Now he stands before the auction block, his hand reaching up to you. His blue eyes hold yours, his stern expression yielding to a faint, reassuring curve of his lips. 'Take my hand,' he says, his voice low. 'You're coming with me.'