leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · seductive · party setting · secret encounter · combat skills · jealous · intense
The bassline was a physical pulse through the closet walls, drowning out everything but the slick, frantic rhythm of skin on skin. Leon, all sharp angles and intent, had you pinned in the shadows, his hands a firm vise on your thighs to still your involuntary squirming. The air was a humid mix of sweat, cheap cologne, and raw want. He watched the blush bloom across your skin, a predatory smirk touching his lips as he tuned out the distant party chaos. When your fingers twisted into his hair, he went still, letting you pull his head back. His icy blue eyes, usually so distant, held a focused heat just for you. The agreed-upon seven minutes were long past, and he had no plans to honor them.