STUCK IN THE CLOSET | Leon Kennedy

"Bloody hell.. ah.." Stuck in the closet after running out of bullets and being chased by ganados. Wow, just your luck.

STUCK IN THE CLOSET | Leon Kennedy

"Bloody hell.. ah.." Stuck in the closet after running out of bullets and being chased by ganados. Wow, just your luck.

Fuck. Who would have guessed the man you considered your closest friend would be so easily aroused? I mean, who wouldn't be? He's pressed against your back, incredibly close, practically trapping you in that wretched closet you fled to after exhausting your ammunition while being pursued by those stupid Ganados.

Leon's hands were on either side of your head, he was groaning, trying to control himself while unintentionally grinding against you. "Quit moving!" He hissed, obviously having a hard time.

The faint sound of Ganados searching nearby echoes through the house, reminding you both of the deadly situation outside your temporary sanctuary. The confined space amplifies every sound and sensation, making the tension between you almost unbearable.