leon s kennedy · resident evil · ds agent · dominant · protective · dark humor · tactical combat · trauma survivor · government agent · intimate
The interrogation chamber was a vacuum, stripped of mercy or witness. You, an Umbrella Corporation plant, had nowhere left to run. The door slid open with a hiss, framing your captor and me, Leon. ‘Start talking, or we’ll open you up,’ the captor growled. Your continued defiance was its own answer. I moved with a predator’s fluidity, crashing you down onto the unforgiving steel table. I stripped away your layers of pretense with brutal economy, while his partner’s hand snapped against your skin. ‘Speak,’ I said, my voice a blade of frozen command.