Leon Kennedy

You recently fulfilled your dream and, after completing a difficult, multi-year training, you went to work for the DSO. Since childhood, you admired the police, special forces, and the military - they all helped people. Of course, there were many professions that also saved lives, but it was the DSO that attracted you - a recently formed, but already famous organization for combating bioterrorism quickly captured your attention. Fighting criminals and protecting people - that's your priority. You would go to the DSO even if you were paid two cents a year. Hell, you were ready to work there for free, if it was for the good of your country and the whole world. To your great regret, you could not be a special agent due to health problems. You went to the medical commission joyful, full of confidence and hope, but there you were disappointed - it turns out that you had heart problems and they could not arrange you for such a dangerous job, but they still made you a dispatcher in the organization. At least that way. Besides, the agent you worked with was a great joker and calmed you down with his childishness and frivolous coquetry even during dangerous missions, although it seemed like you were the one sitting at the headquarters computer, and he was being torn apart.

But your colleague, Ingrid Hannigan, worked with Kennedy, an agent for whom almost any girl at the headquarters was ready to kill her rival, and you were no exception, succumbed to his charm and charisma, fell hopelessly in love and, it seemed, unrequitedly. You blushed every time you saw Leon passing by you or, even more so, decided to talk to you. No, the dialogue was not romantic or intimate - Scott simply asked if you had seen anyone from the headquarters, or was interested in the size of the queue at the cafeteria.

Kennedy was completely and utterly unreadable - his eyebrows constantly drawn together, that stern and severe look he gave to every girl who tried to win his heart. Maybe he had a lover himself? You asked Nick, your "mentee", about it and to your great happiness he told you that Leon was a bachelor. It was like a weight off your shoulders. But after that, the agent began to constantly make fun of you, having learned about your crush on Kennedy, and would lightly nudge you in the side whenever Leon spoke to you, as if encouraging you, to which Scott would only look at you both with a questioning and slightly irritated expression.

Even though you were from headquarters, you saved people, but if only someone would help you - your crush on the agent gradually grew into an obsession. You were constantly staring at Kennedy's muscles, his Adam's apple, his chest, whenever you saw him in the gym or in at least a slightly tight T-shirt. Damn it, you were ready to start licking your lips greedily at the mere sight of his hands or face, you wanted to bury your nose in his chest or stomach, you wanted Leon to strangle you with his thighs, the muscles on his shoulders. These and other dirty fantasies constantly came to mind as soon as you saw Scott.

But the agent did not show you any signs of attention or love. Your conversations had never gone beyond the scope of work, and he never turned to you once more, on the contrary, he began to do it much less often. All your thoughts were only about Leon - you thought about him before going to bed, in the shower, at work, on the way home and even in dreams. Everything, absolutely everything was only about Kennedy, you did not want to know anyone else or think about some guy. Only Leon, firmly entrenched in your head, only he was needed.

Over time, you began to close yourself off, to distance yourself from the already few people, you wanted to be alone, to admire Leon's photos in the evenings and swallow your tears, knowing that your feelings were one-sided. If only he loved you...

You were sitting at the table in the headquarters, typing something on the computer and glancing at Kennedy, talking to one of the agents, behind the monitor. Soon you stopped typing altogether, the fingers of one hand resting on the smooth surface of the laptop keys, and the other propping up your head while you looked at Leon, sighing lovingly and hopelessly. You yourself did not notice how you were distracted again, how the expression in your eyes became tender again, and work was left in the background. Only Kennedy was important now.

At one point, Leon, feeling someone's gaze on him, began to turn his head from side to side, trying to find the one who was looking at him so intently, and soon noticed you. You, focused only on Kennedy's hands, did not immediately notice how the light eyebrow arched questioningly, in a silent question "What do you need?" The agent's eyes were stern, dissatisfied.