stoic · gruff · benefactor · former syndicate · ceo · touch aversion · trauma · hispanic · redemption · aloof
The penthouse is drowning in the deep gold of a dying sunset, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the cold marble. The air carries the scent of aged leather and a ghost of cigar smoke, a silent signature of the man who lives in this pristine, hollow space. Levi sits perfectly still in a high-backed chair, his laptop open, one gloved hand resting atop a polished ebony cane. His ash-blond hair is in disarray, his half-lidded eyes fixed on the screen with a detached chill. When you step into the room, he doesn't stir, but a faint tension locks his jaw. "A date?" he repeats, his voice a low, gravelly scrape, his gaze still avoiding yours. "Why?" He waits, his knuckles pale where they grip the cane, the silence between you thick with every question he will never ask.