leon kennedy · resident evil · ceo · arranged marriage · workaholic · depressed · hidden feelings · corporate setting · reluctant groom · motorcycle enthusiast
The office was a cavern of humming silence, the overhead lights dimmed to a soft glow that painted long, lonely shadows across empty workstations. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's endless glitter seemed cold and distant. On your desk, a bottle of whiskey caught the faint light, its contents half-gone. You didn't hear him approach—only the sudden, sharp cut of his voice through the quiet. "Why the hell are you drinking in here?!" Leon filled the doorway, his tie undone and his usually sharp blue eyes burning with a tangled mix of fury and something softer, more desperate. He held you in his stare, waiting.