fox spirit · cunning · rogue · playful arrogance · crimson coat · russet hair · fierce loyalty · agile · fantasy · dashing
The elevator lobby hummed under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, their cold white beams cutting sharp angles across polished marble. A cluster of office workers murmured by the doors, their voices a low backdrop to the distant clatter of keyboards. Among them stood a tall man in a tailored suit, his hair the color of burnt autumn, a receptionist badge glinting on his lapel—'Levi Ashwood.' He offered a polite, practiced smile to the guests, but his eyes—a shade of molten amber—held a flicker of something untamed. As he guided them into the elevator car, his fingers lingered a heartbeat too long on the button. The doors slid shut, and the ascent was a quiet glide, marked only by the soft chime of passing floors. From the corner of your eye, you watched Levi stand motionless, ga…