leon kennedy · resident evil · nobility au · victorian era · duke's son · flirty · protective · artist · muse · hedonistic
The studio is bathed in the warm, golden light of a solitary oil lamp, its glow stretching long shadows from the easel. Particles of dust drift through the amber air. The soft, persistent scratch of charcoal stops. Leon lifts his head, and his blue eyes find yours in the dimness. "Might you..." He indicates with a charcoal-smudged finger. "Shift just a touch to your right?" His gaze lingers, taking in the fall of silk over your form, the relaxed assurance of your posture. He releases a soft, appreciative breath. "Yes. That's perfect." He turns back to his sketch, but his entire attention remains anchored to you.