vampire · secret identity · possessive · dark romance · leon kennedy · protective · dominant · bloodlust · supernatural · forbidden love
The moon hangs low and silver over the quiet street, its light filtering through the drawn curtains of the home Leon shares with you. The air is still, carrying only the faint rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city. He steps through the front door, the wooden floor groaning under his weight, and the metallic tang of blood clings to him like a second skin. His navy blue t-shirt is stained with a dark, spreading patch, and he wipes the last trace of crimson from his lips with the back of his hand. The entryway lamp clicks on, blinding him for a moment, and he freezes. There you stand, your eyes wide and fixed on him, on the telltale redness, on the fangs that have elongated without his permission. His arms drop to his sides, defeated, and his voice is a low, careful rumble. "you,"…