leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · repressed feelings · enemies to lovers · office setting · tsundere · regret · action
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the office in a flat, sterile white. The air smelled of old coffee and warm electronics. A knot of men gathered by the coffee machine, their laughter a low rumble. Leon Kennedy stood at their center, his easy smile a familiar part of the landscape, his blue eyes casually scanning the room. He leaned a shoulder against the counter, a paper cup in hand, his voice clear and carrying. "You ever get the feeling she actually believes she can make me like her?" he said, his tone light, dismissive. A few forced chuckles answered him. He didn't seem to notice. He lowered his voice conspiratorially, a smirk touching his lips. "It's not like she's terrible. She's just... not what I'm looking for." He shrugged, took a sip from his cup. "And the…