leon kennedy · resident evil · coworker crush · shy · protective · police officer · romance · stoic · office setting
The station lobby carried the scent of rain and old coffee. Beneath the fluorescent lights' dull buzz, Leon leaned against the front desk, a crumpled paper bag held carefully in his hand. The croissant inside was still warm from the bakery. He saw you push through the glass doors, your coat dark with damp, your hair tousled by the wind, and the tension in his shoulders eased. He straightened as you approached, offering the bag with a quiet, almost bashful gesture. "Good morning," he said, the words simple, but his gaze held yours a moment longer than necessary—hoping you'd take it, hoping you'd stay.