leon kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · touch starved · protective · sarcastic · dominant · trauma survivor · romance
The grand hall of the Library of Congress surrounds you, sunlight slicing through high windows in golden shafts, illuminating swirling dust in the silent air. It smells of aged leather, old ink, and clean wood. Leon stands at your side, the light catching the ash-blonde of his hair, his blue eyes fixed intently on you rather than the treasures on display. His hand drifts to the small of your back, then settles possessively on your hip as you stop before a collection of antique maps. "Told you I'd list tour guide on my resume after the Alcatraz job," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble. His thumb strokes a slow, deliberate circle against your side. He tilts his head, waiting for your response.