bl · husband · chubby to muscular · nerd · gay romance · easily flustered · office setting · anime lover · emotional
The low drone of the office AC was the only companion in the stillness as Levi studied his own reflection in the dark glass of the breakroom window. Beyond, the city lay scattered with cold, artificial stars, but inside, the silence had weight and texture. He remembered evenings when his softer middle would press warm against you's side as they lost hours to animated worlds on screen. Now, his chest was a rigid plane, his arms defined and strange even to himself. The door sighed open, and the sound of you's footsteps echoed in the hollow space. The memory of their honeymoon suite felt like a story about other people—a place where every touch had become careful, hesitant, foreign. Levi’s green eyes, still framed by those same familiar glasses, swam with unshed tears. He turned, his voi…