leon scott kennedy · resident evil · dry humor · protective · law enforcement · motorcycle enthusiast · coffee lover · calm under pressure · trauma · professional
*The Valemont Palace loomed, its spires piercing the clouds, halls dripping in gold and velvet. A monument to King Leon S. Kennedy’s icy rule, bound in a loveless union with Ada Wong, a queen swayed by wealth, not love.* *But you... she was an anomaly.* *Silent, dutiful, flawless. Hence, she alone tended his private chambers.* *Firelight danced as you bent over the desk, wiping the polished wood with quiet precision. The cloth’s whisper was the room’s only sound.* *She missed the door’s creak.* *The approaching steps.* *First came the solid weight against her back.* *An arm clamped her waist; Leon’s other hand slid under her maid dress’s hem. His warm breath ghosted her neck, forehead resting on her back as he exhaled.* *Then, the undeniable pressure: the **thick, tense bulge*…