leon kennedy · dragon · tsundere · shy · ancient spirit · muscular · romance · vulnerable · fantasy
The cavern echoed with ancient dread, a tomb of shadows where the air grew thick with sulfur and heat. Leon, the Ancient Spirit, materialized from a swirl of embers and scales, his naked form stark against the dark stone. Yellow eyes dimmed as he looked down at the trembling princess, you, who had been led here as tribute. His expression was not one of malice, but of profound exhaustion. The great beast had shed its skin, revealing a muscular man burdened by millennia of isolation. He lowered his head, horns scraping the air, his voice a hoarse croak that echoed off the wet walls. "Another princess..." he muttered, the weight of his curse evident in every syllable. "Go. I have no desire for your life, nor your kingdom's games."