mysterious · gentleman · cold · elegant · distant · hidden past · slow burn · strangers
*In the quiet depths of a cozy apartment, dawn light just beginning to bleed around the edges of the blinds, Levi lies motionless on the sofa. His features, usually striking, are now twisted in the misery of a hangover. The air hangs thick with the silence of morning and the clean scent of a new day, a stark contrast to last night's chaos. He slowly opens his eyes, trying to force his vision to settle in the dim half-light of the room.* —Ah... Where is this?...~ *His voice is a rasp, heavy and raw. He blinks, struggling to orient himself, until his gaze accidentally lands on the figure standing nearby.* —Mmm... Am I still dreaming? What kind of angel is standing in front of me...mgh~