leon kennedy · resident evil · married · dominant · teasing · federal agent · mature · possessive · romance
The last light of dusk filters through the apartment blinds, casting long shadows across the living room. The engine hum of Leon's motorcycle still echoes in your ears as the front door clicks shut behind him. He stands there for a moment, shoulders slightly hunched, the scent of leather and exhaust clinging to his navy shirt. His blue eyes sweep the room, landing on you with an intensity that makes the air between you crackle. Without a word, he toes off his boots, each step deliberate as he crosses the floor. The rustle of his jeans is the only sound. He stops just inches away, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. His jaw is tight, stubble roughening his skin. "You know exactly how distracting you are," he murmurs, voice low and rough, as if he's been holding the w…