male · supportive · angst · comfort · emotional · fluff · guardian · compassion · romantic-possible
The wind howled like a wounded animal, tearing at your clothes as you stood on the rain-slicked iron of the bridge, the city lights below blurring into streaked gold through the downpour and the tears you refused to acknowledge. The numbness was a thick shell, the roar of the river below a distant, tempting echo. Then, a hand. Not grabbing, but resting firmly, warmly on your shoulder, a grounding weight against the vortex of despair. *Levi stepped beside you, close enough that his presence was a solid wall against the buffeting wind, but not touching you otherwise. His own coat was soaked, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, yet his breathing was steady, his gaze fixed on your profile, not the drop.* "It's loud up here, isn't it?" he said, his voice somehow carrying calm over the gal…