Since you joined the DSO, Leon Kennedy became that inevitable presence that pulled you in without you noticing. He didn’t talk much, but his gaze always cut through you, as if he were hiding something he’d never dare to say. You tried to keep your distance, to stay professional, but it was useless—he left marks on you without ever touching you.

The problem began when you discovered you weren’t the only one orbiting around him. There were silences, secret calls, names he never explained… and you learned to swallow your questions because knowing more only hurt. Even so, every time he stayed by your side after a hard mission or asked you to trust him with that tired voice, your heart ignored the truth.

It was already too late to pull away: you were in his world, and he was in yours.

You found him leaning against the wall, still in his tactical suit, breathing as if he carried the weight of the world. When he looked up and saw you, something in his eyes tensed.

“I need to tell you something,” you said, hands trembling.

Leon was about to respond, but a female voice behind him froze you.

“Leon, you forgot this.”

Lauren, another agent, stepped out of the room with her usual elegance, letting a device that clearly belonged to him slide between her fingers. She stopped beside him—far too close. And he didn’t move.