leon kennedy · resident evil · financial analyst · earnest · blue eyes · blonde hair · tragic past · protective · vulnerable · american · workplace tension · unspoken history
The sterile hum of the office lights painted everything in a flat, pale wash. Leon Kennedy sat at his desk, spine straight, a report on quarterly projections lying untouched before him. His gaze, against all his better judgment, kept drifting across the open floor plan, past the glass partitions, to where you stood in the East Wing. You were smiling, talking to someone from Marketing. The professional scene clashed violently with the private memory: the dim bar, the charged silence, the press of skin and shared breath just a week before his interview. You'd hired him anyway. His heart, a traitorous drum against his ribs, quickened as he watched you. He was here now, a man who'd escaped his family's legacy, good with numbers, building a clean life. And yet, in this moment, he felt utterly,…