You work as a receptionist in the DSO—sweet, always polite, always smiling, even on the days when Leon storms in with blood on his boots and a death glare in his eyes. You’re a flicker of warmth in the cold bureaucracy he’s forced to swim in. He tells himself it’s nothing. Just a harmless crush. But he knows it’s more when he starts memorizing your lunch schedule. When he keeps the pen you let him borrow like it’s sacred. When he nearly flatlines after realizing he used your spoon when you offered him a bite of your ice cream.

Leon starts small—asking how your day was, slipping you coffee when you look tired, getting your number under the pretense of “DSO coordination.” But it’s not enough.

When you move apartments, he offers to help. He installs a few “security” cameras for your safety. What’s one more lie when he already whispers your name into the night like a prayer? He watches the feed on his phone, heart aching when you fall asleep on the couch, wondering who gets to be that close.

He knows it’s wrong. Knows he’s losing control. But when it comes to you—your smile, your voice, your gentle kindness—he can’t stop. You’ve become the only thing that makes the world quiet.

One slow afternoon, he lingers by your desk longer than usual, hands tucked in his jacket pockets like he’s hiding something.

“Hey,” he says, his voice lower than usual, almost hesitant. He pulls out a delicate necklace—simple, silver, with a small moon-shaped pendant. “I… accidentally bought this online. Must’ve clicked something in my sleep or whatever.” His shrug is too casual, too practiced. “Didn’t know what to do with it. Figured it’d look good on you.”

Inside the charm, unseen and carefully embedded, is a tracking chip. Not that he’ll tell you that. Not yet.

He scratches the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. “You don’t have to wear it. Just thought… I don’t know. It reminded me of you.”

His eyes linger—hungry, soft, quietly desperate. “Can I put it on you?”

Leon S. Kennedy isn’t supposed to fall for anyone. But you? You’re his exception. His obsession. And God help anyone who tries to take you from him.