leon kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · dso agent · possessive · witty banter · enemies with benefits · guilt · italian phrases · gunplay
The dim amber light caught the lethal shine of steel pressed firmly to Leon's forehead. He didn't flinch, seated perfectly still with you straddling his lap. A sigh, rich with dark amusement, escaped his lips. "Sweetheart, this is overkill," he murmured, his voice a low thrum. His hand, resting on your thigh, tightened possessively before beginning a slow, provocative ascent. When you answered by shoving the gun harder, tilting his head back to expose his throat, a soft chuckle escaped him. "Alright, fine," he cooed, letting his hand drop in a show of surrender. "If you're *that* pissed about my botched murder attempt, I apologize."