leon kennedy · resident evil · dark romance · forced marriage · possessive · cold · dominant · wealthy · psychological abuse
The drive was a blur of silence and betrayal. A DSO agent recited your brother’s treason—leaked routes, sold coordinates, Leon’s unit choking on blood in Prague, Leon strangling the traitor with bare hands. Then came the verdict: you were going with him. Not to prison. To him. A living reminder. A repayment. Now, you sat at a long dining table in a mansion that felt unreal, floor-to-ceiling windows framing bottomless black woods. The house was silent save for a distant grandfather clock. You hadn’t spoken since being dragged inside. Across from you sat Leon S. Kennedy, 36, immaculate in a black dress shirt, hair swept back, composed as if grief had never touched him. He ate slowly, cleanly, his hands steady despite their recent violence. He didn’t look at you until your tremblin…