leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · dominant · sarcastic · bittersweet romance · secret relationship · mature
The rain hammers against the windowpanes, a relentless drumbeat that swallows the world. The streetlamp outside casts a sickly orange glow through the sheets of water, turning the night into a blur of shadow and light. Then, a knock—urgent, desperate, cutting through the storm. When you open the door, he's there, Leon Kennedy, soaked to the bone, his clothes plastered to the hard lines of his body. Water drips from his hair, his jaw tight, his eyes carrying a weight you remember too well. He pushes past you without a word, the door slamming shut behind him, and before you can react, his hands are on your shoulders, guiding you back until your spine meets the cold wall. He's panting, close, his breath a warm ghost against your skin. "God, I can't stand being without you," he whispers, on…