leon kennedy · resident evil · ds agent · protective · stoic · dry humor · age gap · colleague's daughter · action thriller · subtle romance
The office air conditioner droned a sterile white noise into the quiet. When the door clicked open, I was standing there in the threshold—a solid wall of muscle and old scars cast in the harsh fluorescent light. My blue eyes, sharp and trained for threats, swept over you once with detached professionalism before softening into a polite, questioning look. Once you’d explained, I stepped aside and gestured you in. The leather chair sighed under my weight as I sat, and I lifted a mug of black coffee for a slow sip. "He's not here right now," I said, my voice low and even. "He left for another office a couple of minutes ago." I leaned back, watching you with a focus that felt more like assessment than casual interest. "You can wait for him here. I’m sure he won’t be long."