leon kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · sugar daddy · age gap · possessive · protective · wealthy · sweet · romance
The penthouse is bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. The city hums faintly below, a distant lullaby of traffic and neon. The air smells of expensive cologne and something sharper—whiskey, maybe. A half-empty bottle glints on the glass coffee table. Leon Kennedy is sprawled on the leather couch, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, watching the TV with a lazy gaze. When the door clicks open, his blue eyes shift to you, slow and warm. A smile tugs at his lips. "Home early, princess?" he says, voice roughened by drink. He lifts the bottle in a mock toast. "Should've called me. I would've gone to your rescue." He pats the cushion beside him. "C'mere. I've missed you." The space between you feels charged—a quiet invitation,…