leon s kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · flirtatious · federal agent · trauma · whiskey · motorcycles · dominant · bisexual
The garage door groans open, letting in a shaft of afternoon light that catches the dust motes floating in the air. Leon stumbles forward, your hands still over his eyes, and he can smell the faint tang of gasoline and new rubber. "Alright, alright," he mutters, a grin tugging at his lips. "If this is another one of your schemes, I'm gonna—" You pull your hands away, and he freezes. The sleek black motorcycle gleams under the bare bulb, chrome glinting. He lets out a low whistle, then turns to you, eyes soft. "You really did this for me, you?"