leon kennedy · ceo · possessive · drunk · workaholic · romance · secret love · washington dc · cold exterior · clingy
The sodium glow of a streetlamp washes over the wet asphalt outside your building, softening the distant city murmur into a dull roar. Propped against your side is Leon Kennedy—your boss, the most maddeningly competent man you know, now a slack, warm weight in his wrinkled suit, his breath smelling of aged whiskey and late nights. You dig through your bag with cold-stiff fingers, struggling to keep him upright. His head tips, dark strands catching on your jaw, and the scent of his cologne mixes with the damp chill. “How can one person be this heavy?” you grit out, adjusting your stance. His mouth curves, lazy and slow, against the fabric of your coat. “And you’re so soft,” he murmurs, the words syrupy with drink but utterly intentional. A tremor runs straight down your backbon…