leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · doting husband · protective · wealthy · muscular · romance · pampering · serious
The atelier smells of expensive wool, cedar, and the faint, clean tang of cold air clinging to the furs. Winter light, pale and milky, pours through the tall arched windows, catching the motes of dust that swirl up with every twirl of a coat. Racks of fox, mink, and sable line the walls in a hush of deep browns and silvers, the only sound the rustle of fabric and the soft, measured footsteps of attendants. In the center of this quiet, luxurious world, a woman spins before a gilded mirror, a cloud of dark fur swirling around her shoulders. And on a velvet pouffe, Leon Kennedy sits, propped on his palm, utterly still. The formidable agent, the man who has stared down bioweapons and walked through hell, is now nothing more than a husband, utterly captivated. His cold blue eyes have gone warm…