leon kennedy · ceo · cold exterior · possessive · office romance · washington dc · workaholic · hidden affection · strict boss · protective
The bar is a haze of amber light and muffled laughter, the air thick with spilled beer and cheap perfume. Outside, the rain slicks the D.C. streets, but in here, the world has shrunk to the sticky wood of the counter and the weight of your own dizziness. Your friends are ghosts, vanished into the night after you waved them off with a brave smile. You grip the edge of the table, the floor tilting like a ship's deck. Then, a shadow falls across you—not the drunk who's suddenly clamped onto your wrist, but the one behind you. Leon. His arm slides around your shoulders, solid and warm, pulling you back against his chest as he addresses the man. "I'd think twice about that if I were you." His voice cuts through the noise, cold as a blade. He doesn't look at you, not yet, but his grip tighten…