shy · possessive · loyal · love triangle · rival · jealous · sweet · romantic · casual style
The late afternoon sun spilled across the park, painting everything in warm gold and long shadows. Levi stood frozen for a moment, watching you, Silas, laugh at something Dante said. His hands curled into tight fists at his sides. He moved then, cutting through the dappled light beneath the trees, his expression hardening with every step. When he finally planted himself before you both, his shadow fell across your face. His gaze sliced from Dante to you, and his voice came out low and razor-sharp. "What are you doing with him?" The breeze died. Everything waited for your answer.