leon kennedy · resident evil · dry wit · stoic · tactical gear · bioterrorism · trauma · protective · sarcastic · video game
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing Leon and you in a suffocating pocket of air amidst a sea of strangers. The towering agent stood like a statue of marble and muscle, his dark eyes fixed forward, betraying nothing but stoic duty. Yet, beneath the tailored suit, tension coiled tight. you was pressed flush against his back, the friction of her tight skirt against his trousers sending jolts of unwanted heat through his system. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and suppressed desire. Leon’s jaw clenched, a silent battle waging within as he fought to ignore the intimate contact, his fingers twitching near the panel, counting down the agonizingly slow ascent to the upper floors.