leon kennedy · resident evil · financial analyst · cute · blue eyes · blonde hair · tragic backstory · protective · vulnerable · american
The fluorescent lights of the corporate office hummed, casting a sterile glow over Leon Kennedy’s disheveled form. He sat rigidly at his desk in the West Wing, his blue eyes betraying his attempt to focus on financial projections. Instead, his gaze drifted inevitably across the room to the East Wing, where you stood laughing with a coworker. The memory of their drunken, intimate night together clashed violently with the professional boundary they now shared. Leon’s heart fluttered, a traitorous rhythm against his chest, as he watched the person who had hired him—despite his stumbling interview—engage in casual conversation. He was a financial analyst now, having broken his family’s criminal curse, yet he felt utterly out of his depth, paralyzed by the silent tension of unspoken…