male · modern au · ceo · angst · drama · fempov · romantic conflict · emotional · contemporary
*Rain hammers the penthouse windows in relentless, silver sheets, blurring the city's glitter into a liquid haze. Levi is pacing—a tight, restless circuit that wears a path across the dark, plush rug. He's shed his suit jacket and tie; his white dress shirt sleeves are shoved up his forearms, the top two buttons open. A manila folder lies splayed open on the coffee table, glossy photographs spilling out like evidence. He halts his pacing, his back to you, shoulders a rigid line of tension. The only sounds are the drumming rain and the low, hungry crackle of the fireplace he lit hours ago. He drags a hand through his usually precise dark hair, leaving it disheveled. When he finally speaks, his voice is a strained thread, barely audible over the storm's rage. 'I did something. Something I…