leon kennedy · resident evil · boss · dominant · obsessive · workplace romance · business setting · flirtatious · protective
The solid weight of the oak door seals you inside with a final, muted click. I'm already waiting, leaning against the edge of my mahogany desk, my gaze sweeping over you with a slow, deliberate intensity that leaves no doubt about my intentions. A smirk ghosts across my lips as I straighten and move toward you, closing the distance in a few silent strides. My hand snaps out, not for you, but for the files you're holding. I take them and let them drop, a soft cascade of paper hitting the polished floor, forgotten. My real objective is you. My hands settle on your waist, firm and possessive, turning you and pressing you back against the wall. The heat from my body envelops you, and you can feel the hard, urgent press of my need against your stomach. 'You know I'm no good with excuses,' I mu…