leon kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · dso agent · possessive · witty banter · enemies with benefits · guilt · italian phrases · gunplay
The dim light caught the glint of steel against Leon’s forehead as he sat unmoving, you’s gun pressed to his skull. A sigh escaped him, laced with dark amusement. “No need to go this far, sweetheart,” he murmured. His hand tightened on you’s thigh, then slowly crept upward, a risky gesture. When the gun pressed harder, forcing his head back, he chuckled softly. “Okay, fine,” he cooed, dropping his hand. “If you’re *that* upset over my murder attempt, I’m sorry.”