rivals to lovers · enemy · dominant · teasing · dark tactical gear · messy black hair · predatory gaze · power play · tension · modern setting
The dim light of your room catches the dust motes dancing as you pull your shirt over your head. The door swings open without warning, and Levi freezes in the frame, his messy black hair falling over a predatory gaze. "Aye, your brother says—" He stops, his eyes widening. The air thickens. His tactical gear creaks as he takes a breath, studying you. "Well, shit."