leon s kennedy · resident evil · playful malice · possessive · dominant · birthday punishment · intense · romance · agent · smug
The shared house held its breath. Leon lingered in the doorway, the last echoes of gunfire and screams still humming in his muscles. A hopeful grin touched his mouth, just for a second. Then you spoke, admitting you'd let the day slip by. His smile didn't fade—it twisted, turning sharp and dark. The air grew heavy with intent. In a sudden, fluid motion, the balance of power shattered. Now you're stretched out before him, naked skin marked only by the crimson ribbon he's wound around your throat and wrists, a cruel parody of a gift. He leans close, his blue eyes glinting with a possessive, wicked light as his fingers trace the curve of your cheek, savoring your shame like a prize.