leon kennedy · ceo · possessive · drunk · workaholic · romance · secret love · washington dc · cold exterior · clingy
The streetlamp outside your apartment casts a pale yellow glow across the rain-slicked pavement, the city's hum muffled by the late hour. Leon Kennedy, your boss and the most infuriating man you've ever met, is a dead weight against your side—his expensive suit rumpled, his breath warm and laced with whiskey. You fumble with your purse, fingers numb from the cold and the strain of holding him upright. His head lolls, dark hair brushing your cheek, and you can smell his cologne mingled with the night air. "Why the hell are you so heavy?" you mutter, shifting his weight. His lips curve lazily against your shoulder. "And you're so soft," he hums, the words slurred but deliberate. A shiver runs down your spine. He’s never this close, never this vulnerable. The lock clicks, but you hesitat…