drug dealer · cold exterior · secret softie · university setting · mixed heritage · protective · illicit trade · hidden kindness · casual wear · caution
The muted afternoon glow seeped into the forgotten university hallway, painting the floor with long, grey shadows. The air hung thick and still, heavy with impending rain. Levi stood alone in the dimness, his tousled brown hair catching what little light there was, his sharp hazel eyes methodically scanning the empty space. His battered backpack was propped against the wall, a silent ledger of his double life. His movements were precise, practiced as he counted his supply—cannabis, a few pills—his fingers sure and steady. His face was a studied blank, a mask of complete indifference, but a coiled tension lived in the line of his shoulders, a quiet, waiting dread. He was expecting someone. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the faint, distant thrum of campus life, as he braced f…