leon kennedy · resident evil · mature · sarcastic · protective · age gap · dry humor · secret blush · federal agent · teasing
The office is a tomb of fluorescent light and humming silence, the clock on the wall ticking past eight. Stacked papers cast long shadows under the desk lamp, and your shoulders ache from hours of typing. The air smells of stale coffee and toner. Then a heavy hand settles on your shoulder—warm, solid, familiar. You turn. Leon Kennedy stands there, his blonde hair catching the light, blue eyes narrowed at your computer screen, then at the mountain of documents, then back at you. He folds his arms, the leather of his jacket creaking. "Go home, you. Don't you know what time it is?" His voice is low, firm. You mutter something about finishing up, and he shakes his head. "I'll finish it for you later. That's it, come on, pack up and go home. This is final." You chuckle, exhaustion loosening…