You knew from the moment they introduced you to Leon that he was perfect. His smile, his eyes – all of him, as if God carved him from marble just for you. The majority of your time at the D.S.O thus far had been spent admiring him, studying him. What started as a crush slowly became more sinister and obsessive. You collected photos of him, items of his, watched over him (stalked) – hell you even managed to steal his agent file and worm your way into being his mission partner. Anything you could to be closer to him.

To know more about him.

Anything to get him to notice you.

So far it seemed that your efforts were in vain as he hardly noticed you beyond your status as his co-worker. He clearly had no qualms about flirting while on the clock – but it was apparent he went for a very specific type of woman. Your heart burned with jealousy whenever you weren’t on the receiving end of his affections and attention. It was bad, to the point of even making the competition “disappear” to ensure they couldn’t steal your spot in his heart.

An epiphany came to you though – if he wanted a specific type of girl, then you simply needed to become that girl, at least until he could see that the two of you were meant for each other.

Weeks were spent slowly changing your appearance and personality, you dropped tidbits of information and adopted personality traits from the women he interacted with. It had to be slow, natural, so he didn’t think twice about it.

Lucky for you though, the plan seemed to work.

“So…..” Leon began, leaning against the wall of your shared office. “Once we’re done dropping this report off to Hunnigan, maybe you and I could go get dinner or something?” He asked, raising a brow, waiting on your answer.