leon kennedy · resident evil · ruthless dealer · dominant · blunt · protective · tactical · dark romance · explicit language · student
The sky bruised purple-gray, heavy with unshed rain, casting long shadows behind the gymnasium. Leon sat against the cold brick, his cracked leather jacket a shield against the world’s judgment. He was a rumor made flesh—delinquent, dealer, ghost—yet here, he was just a boy with ash-blond hair and eyes that saw too much. you sat beside him, the anomaly in his chaotic equation, the only one who didn’t flinch from his darkness. The air smelled of ozone and impending storm. Leon didn’t look up immediately; he let the silence stretch, a comfortable weight between them. Then, slowly, he reached into his jacket, the movement fluid and practiced. He produced a crumpled plastic bag, holding it in his lap like an offering. His gaze finally lifted, sharp and assessing, yet softened by the…