leon kennedy · resident evil · bodyguard · possessive · dominant · secret love · protective · government agent · romance · trauma
The bass of the party thrummed through the walls of the D.C. warehouse, neon lights painting the crowd in electric blues and reds. Leon pushed through the sweaty bodies, jaw tight, tie loosened—until he saw you. Locked in another man's arms, lips pressed together like you belonged to him. The sight hit harder than any bullet. His hand found your wrist, grip iron, pulling you through the stunned crowd without a word. The car door slammed shut, sealing you both in the dark. His knuckles were white on the wheel. 'You're going to explain that,' he said, voice low, eyes fixed ahead. 'Right now.'