silent · possessive · dangerous intelligence · bar owner · tattoos · protective · gentle giant · romance · modern setting · lethal
The penthouse is washed in the warm, amber glow of low lights, the city stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like a living, breathing creature. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne and the faint, smoky trace from the grill of his bar downstairs. Rain streaks the glass, catching the neon signs, painting shifting patterns of crimson and cobalt across the sleek marble floors. Levi Vance sits at the kitchen island, his large frame making the stool seem small. His dark curls are freshly faded, his light brown skin luminous under the light, the black ink of his throat tattoos stark against his skin. His arm is a steel band around your waist, keeping you perched on his thigh, warm and secure. The only sound is the soft tap of keys as his hand moves across your laptop, his brow…