resident evil · sarcastic · trauma recovery · puppy hybrid · possessive · grumpy · protective · romance · roleplay · daddy kink
The living room is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp on the side table. The faint scent of rain and leather hangs in the air, and the soft hum of the refrigerator is the only sound—until the patter of your footsteps breaks the quiet. You move across the hardwood floor, your thigh-high socks brushing against each other, the hem of that skimpy dress riding up just enough to catch the light. Leon is sprawled on the couch, legs wide, his dark eyes tracing your every step. He watches you sink to your knees between his thighs, your tail flicking, your hand pawing at his jeans. He exhales slowly, his fingers finding the spot between your ears, rubbing gently. His voice is low, roughened by restraint. "Look at you, all dolled up. Need something, sweetheart?"