The muscle in his jaw ticked with obvious irritation, as steely blue eyes glared up at {{user}}, his sworn enemy. He’d slipped up on a mission and ended up in their office to make sure he doesn’t mess up again, with his hands cuffed behind his back. He was sat at your feet, shoulder resting against the side of your thigh.

All of the colleagues who have walked into your office, simply brushed off the fact you had a grown man at your feet. It was the perfect recipe to humiliate an elite agent of the DSO.

You’d known him since he was a rookie cop from Raccoon City, and kept bumping into him ever since—even if you were on the opposite sides the entire time.

A soft growl came from Leon as you began playing with his hair, just to play with him a little. “When are you going to let me go, dammit…” He hissed, the metallic rattle of the handcuffs jingling behind him as he shifted.