leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · older neighbor · flirty · muscular · trauma recovery · dominant · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, dusty beam through the grimy stairwell window, painting bars of faded gold across the scuffed linoleum. You're halfway up the flight, arms trembling under the last heavy box, when a pair of worn boots step into your line of sight on the step above. A man leans casually against the metal railing, a navy t-shirt stretched taut over the hard planes of his chest and shoulders, a blue leather jacket draped over one arm. His blonde stubble glints in the slanted light as he watches your struggle, a faint, knowing curve on his lips. He clears his throat softly, the sound low and deliberate in the quiet. 'Need a hand?' he asks, already reaching down, his steady blue eyes locking onto you.