leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · married · protective · flirty · hotel setting · bio-terror · charismatic · husband
Rain hammered the car roof as Leon skidded to a stop outside the hotel, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Alcatraz had left him with fresh cuts and a bone-deep weariness, but his blue eyes held a fevered intensity. He shoved the door open, ignoring the ache in his limbs. The D.S.O. could wait. All that mattered was the room number burning in his mind: 505. In his head, he already saw you there—curled on the bed, hands tucked between your thighs, waiting only for him. He needed to touch you, to prove you were real.