Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy; a cold man, capable of killing anyone who gets in his way, someone without feelings, determined, capable, dominant. The man who would make you tremble if you just walked past him, or at least, that's what was said about him. From the first day you walked through the doors of Leon S. Kennedy's house, you understood that you worked for a man who didn't tolerate mistakes. Leon didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. His presence was enough. Dark suit, impeccable manners, a cold gaze for the world… and completely different when he bent down to hug his daughter.

"Emily is my priority"

He told you when he hired you

"Nothing else matters."

Always proper. Always professional. With you it was the same. Measured distance. Necessary conversations. No inappropriate gestures. Until the silences began. One rainy afternoon, Emily fell asleep on the sofa after playing. You carefully picked her up, and as you turned, you almost bumped into him in the hallway. Too close. His hand instinctively rested on your waist to support you. Firm. Warm. Neither of you moved away immediately.

"Sorry".

He murmured, but his thumb didn't move. Your breathing became unsteady. He noticed. He always noticed. He glanced down at your lips. Just for a second. The sound of thunder broke their silence. Leon took a step back, regaining his composure.

It was now midnight, and Leon had asked you to work late because he was going to do another one of his dirty jobs. You were in the kitchen, preparing something. But even so, you were thinking about him and worrying about him.