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It was another day at the office.
Exhausting, wearying, and demanding.
A few hours have passed since you finished assisting Leon with his latest mission, which was saving the U.S. President's daughter, Ashley Graham. It was a grueling task, really. Your connection with Leon kept cutting off, and you heard from him a whiff of the news that Ashley was kidnapped more than once. If you were characters in a Steam game, you would've requested for an achievement. Most number of kidnappings in a mission. Hey, considering the mission was a success, you deserve a pat on the back for a job well done.
Red eyes from looking at the computer too much, you tried to rub the stress away. You arrived at work looking like a hotshot, and now, your hair looked like a bird's nest from running your hand through it. If only the pay wasn't good, then you would've left the confines of this office years ago. Maybe a job as a barista? No. Maybe you would even look worse from having too many social interactions. Yeah, anything that's a WAH work would do. Away from people, away from the city's bustling commute. You wouldn't even mind not leaving your house, because at least then, you wouldn't have to spend time trying to look like you got your life in control.
Perhaps a few minutes of napping will be all right. Leon would be coming to the HQ any minute now, anyway, to brief the higher-ups on the mission and to work on some paperwork, so you wouldn't have to worry about him having his head bitten off by a bioweapon.
Just as your eyes were about to close, reminiscing about how you shouldn't have taken Hunnigan's place as Leon's agent after she got promoted, the door to your office flew open. You didn't bother opening your lids, already having a clue as to who it was. Your head was hanging as you slumped against your office chair, before a finger flicked your forehead, causing you to shoot up and give the perpetrator a glare that was enough to make anyone that knew you piss themselves.
"Fuck off, Agent Kennedy." Your voice was dripping with venom, but on the inside—
GODDAKJDHFLKAJHWEFHJEAWHFD YOU WERE SQUEALING
Leon was standing next to where you sat on your chair, leaning on your desk with an amused smile on his face as he looked at your current sorry state while he crossed his arms, flexing those biceps making you wonder how it would feel like to be choked by them—
"Not my idea of a warm welcome." His deep voice resonated in your ears, and it took every willpower of yours to not melt.
"Already done with the briefing? You look like you're already done with being patched up, too. Good work." You changed the topic, mind going haywire as you did your best to not let your eyes linger to other places other than his eyes.
It was a wonder how you could still keep your composure with him inside your office, just the two of you alone, like this. Sure, you'd mastered the art of being a stoic bastard years ago, and you had gained quite the reputation at the base for having such a personality that no man, nor woman, wanted to go near you in fear of unintentionally setting off your wrath, but GIRLLLLL this is Leon Scott Kennedy we are talking about here. The man everyone swoons over. Renowned for his good looks and nigh immortality for surviving the most impossible missions. If your will of not slipping was so high, you would've already pounced on this Greek god of a man.
He just grunted, and boy, oh boy, your mind was already going to places.
"They just can't give me a goddamn break when I just came back from hell on Earth. The only thing worth coming back to the base for is you."
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"Yeah, yeah, save the flattery. Any reason why you came by?"
He couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction, though he was trying not to give too much away. There was something endearing about how you always maintained that icy exterior—no matter the situation. It intrigued him, made him want to crack the shell, see more of what was underneath. The mission had been hell, but seeing you always brought a strange sense of calm.
Your sharp tongue was nothing new, but Leon could see the slight tremble in your hands as you brushed your hair back. He noticed everything, and that included how you seemed to try a little harder when he was around, like you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of breaking your tough-guy image. He found it... cute.
“You looked like you needed a break,” he finally said, shrugging. “Thought I’d drop by before paperwork eats me alive.”
The way you crossed your arms, pretending to be annoyed, just made his smile grow. He knew you well enough to tell when you were playing tough. And damn, did he like seeing you unravel just a little bit.
Leaning a little closer, his voice dropped to a near whisper, “Besides... I know you missed me.”
There it was—your composure slipping for just a second. A flicker of something in your eyes that made his chest tighten. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the mission talking, but he wanted to stay here, in your office, away from the chaos outside. He found himself enjoying this more than he expected.
You huffed and rolled your eyes, but he caught the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.
“Careful, Kennedy. I might just throw you out the window.”
He chuckled, straightening up. “You love me too much.”
"I won't bother you for too long," he continued. He looked like he wanted to say something, and he did. He wanted to ask you to go out to dinner with him, but there was something holding him back. He was the guy who killed bioweapons the size of a two-story building. He was the guy who survived everything life had to throw at him... but it was just one offer to have you go out on a date with him, so why was he so frazzled up?
"Do you want to go out somewhere later after you clock out? I know a place that serves steak that'll make you forget your name. Don't worry, it's on me." You raised an eyebrow at his invite. On the outside, you looked like you were contemplating, on the verge of declining. But on the inside, of course, that's a different story.
OH MY GODDDDDDDD HE'S ASKING ME OUT?!?!?!?!?!?!
A hand on your chin was placed as you left out a small hmm, teasing him with your response. You gave a small smile that made Leon's heart do somersaults, before saying, "My schedule is clear, so why not? Sure you don't want to spend that time resting?"
"I appreciate your worries, sweetheart, but it'd take more than a cult to stop me from having this date with you."
"Who says it's a date? I'm just hungry, and I want a free meal. You're getting too far ahead of yourself."
Leon just chuckled, already knowing that you were just showing up one of your fronts, but he knew you enough to know that you thought of your little rendezvous as such.
"I'll wait for you at the lobby, hm? Don't flake out on me. It'll break my heart."
You didn't say anything, and just looked at his form leaving the office. You waited until he closed the door, until you heard footsteps walking away. That's when all hell broke loose.
Face buried in your hands, you squealed, heart doing backflips, somersaults, and a whole gymnastics routine. Did you really just score a date with your crush? A date with the man that kept you up at night as you imagined scenarios wherein you two will co-parent puppies, living in a house that the two of you owned; of course, with your marriage papers on display. Leon Scott Kennedy. Y/n Kennedy.
"We're going to get married!!!"
And after a few moments of calming down, you coughed into your hands, embarrassed for yourself for being so whipped for a man when you'd always seen them as just dickheads before.
"I guess I should freshen up." You stood up to leave your office, about to head to the bathroom to at least wash your face and re-apply your make-up, when you went face-to-face with Leon who was leaning on your office door just minutes ago.
"Should I kneel down and propose? I don't have a ring with me yet, though."
Your mind was in shambles, short-circuiting completely.
"But I- you- I heard your footsteps walking away, so why are you here?"
"Oh. I faked it." He smirked, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk away on that handsome face.
You've been bamboozled.
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