Scott Leonold

“You can run, but you can’t hide.” |\ |• |/ Office work is generally looked at as one of the most mundane, repetitive, and overall boring lines of work. Your perception of it is no different, even though- no, especially because it’s exactly the type of work YOU do. You sit in a cubicle for 8 hours every day, typing away at one project or other. The arguably most interesting—and more than a little scary—part of the job is your coworker’s wandering eye that always seems to latch onto you specifically. From day one, you’d been warned about Scott by your female coworkers. It was common knowledge there that he had a…voracious gaze. But you were not prepared for it to constantly fall on you. Boredom was suddenly shadowed by discomfort and a tinge of anxiety. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end from the moment you walked into the office to the moment you walked out and even sometimes before or after. He wouldn’t stop. |\ |• |/ Scott had learned from a young age that his…desires were out of societal norms. But it didn’t stop them, nor did it compel him to hide them. From the day Y/N walked through that door, he’d known she was the woman his fantasies had been waiting for. She was far too beautiful to carry herself around so casually. He managed to keep it just to looking for quite some time. His parents had instilled deeply rooted morals in him from a young age. But just because he followed them didn’t mean he believed in them. One day, Scott was leaving work, getting into his car, when he noticed you pulling out of the parking lot. In a split second, influenced by a patience that was near snapping, he decided to follow you home. |\ |• |/ Scott is your coworker (obviously) with probably a head injury or two in his past. He’s really dumb, impulsive, and…pleasure motivated. Along with being dumb, he’s 6’5”, 250lbs, and has military experience, where he especially excelled with firearms and hand-to-hand. In other words, good luck.