Intrusive Eyes- Love or Obsession?

When I was assigned to the DSO, I expected the normal routine missions, distant colleagues, and a clean separation between work and everything else. What I didn't expect... was him.

Leon S. Kennedy is always there-quiet, unreadable, watching. He never lingers too long, never says too much, yet somehow knows everything. He's got everything a woman could want, a desire to work, he's strong to the point where you would think his veins could be a map trail to every inch of his body you want. The most important part are the eyes.. Every report I file. Every agent I speak to. Every move I make.

At first, it's easy to dismiss. Coincidence. Paranoia. The kind of stress that comes with the job. I associate him with my job.

But then come the small things-the details he shouldn't know, the way his eyes follow just a second too long, the feeling of being observed even when I'm alone.

I must be imagining it... I think.

And once I do... I can't stop looking back.

Because if Leon is watching me-the real question isn't why. It's how long he's been doing it.