𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Captive Faith| Dark Romance

AN: Here's another dark romance imagine for those of you like me who love it. This one does include kidnapping and Stockholm syndrome so take caution when reading. Leon's a little out of character in this one, but let's just roll with it. 
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From the second I laid eyes on Leon Kennedy from across the bar I knew I was ensnared by him. The way we'd keep glancing at each other had my stomach fluttering and my legs closing, his eyes were like flashing lights, begging for my attention, and I couldn't find it in me to ignore the attention, not after being alone for so long. There was also the aura of danger that thrilled me, as he sat there on his own, a glass of whiskey dangled between his fingers as he not so subtlety roamed over my body, I felt wanted. Needed. It was intoxicating playing this cat and mouse game, none of us made any moves, but the chemistry and burn of our desire was close to engulfing us. 

Eventually, Leon came to me. He was confident, strutting over and taking the seat opposite me at the secluded table in the corner without asking. His smile grew at the way my breath hitched, it's been so long since a man has wanted me that I felt inexperienced and new again. I was shy, lowering my eyes and finally submitting to him, until he reached out and brushed his fingers over my cheek. It was intimate, way too physical for a meeting before I even knew his name, but it felt so right. His voice was like a luxurious sound as he deeply spoke to me, asking questions and making conversation. He didn't speak a lot about himself, but at the time I didn't press on it, I figured that's what pulled me in. The allure of this mysterious man. 

"I wanna take you home." Leon mumbled into my ear hours after meeting. His hand rested on my thigh as I smiled, anticipating the acts that we'd surely perform in one of our beds. I felt more confident now, and leaned over, brushing my lips against the shell of his ear. 

"Why me?" I whispered. I felt his body shudder in delight as he supressed a groan. He narrowed his eyes, hand moving higher on my leg until I had to close my thighs together. 

"Because," He murmured, reaching up and grabbing my chin a little forcefully as his mouth hovered in front of mine, "you're different from the others. There's something about you that draws me in." His growl before kissing me had me soaked, if I wasn't a goner before I was completely at his mercy now. Our lips collided in a passionate and heated make out, until Leon tugged me up and out of the bar. I knew what I was doing, I can't blame any of this on him or my drunken self because I didn't even have that much to drink, I was enamoured by him and craved anything he'd give me. 

We went to his house, which was a massive modern luxury far away from the nearest neighbours. When Leon undressed me, his tongue feeling every inch of me, his deep assurance that I could "scream as loud as you want because nobody's gonna hear you" had me coming undone before he even fucked me. When the foreplay eventually gave up, and Leon flipped me onto my stomach and thrusted inside of me I was sure I'd seen Heaven. His body commanded mine, he used his strength to move me wherever he wanted me; on my back, my side, standing up, bent over the bed, even up against the moonlit window. I was powerless, and I never wanted it to end. It was early morning by the time Leon finally felt spent, but instead of letting me sneak out he insisted on me getting some sleep by his side. I never wanted us to end, so I nodded, basking in his focus and obsession as I fell asleep hating how I'd have to leave and go back to my boring life soon. 

However, little did I know that I'd captured the attention of a man hellbent on never letting me go. When I woke up it was noon and Leon was nowhere to be found. I got out of bed, putting on yesterday's clothes before going to open the closed bedroom door, only to find it was locked. I frowned, pulling and tugging on it, assuming it was faulty or I'd had a bad case of shit luck, but then I realised my phone and purse were missing too, and my heels. My heart raced as I glanced at the window, sneaking a glance at the trees and fields around the house. I was stuck. Alone. No, not alone. I heart footsteps then suddenly the bedroom door swung open, revealing Leon carrying a plate of breakfast. My eyes widened as he smiled at me, ushering me to the rumpled sheets.