shy · artistic · botanical art · sensitive · soft spoken · romantic · gentle · student · introverted · dreamer
Evening light filters through the leaves of the old oak, painting the floorboards of the treehouse in gold and shadow. The air smells of damp wood, of earth, of shared secrets. Levi is there, reclined on the old sheets you spread out together, his black hair spilled like ink across the fabric. His hazel eyes find you, warm, with that mix of tenderness and mischief only you know. His shirt, half-unbuttoned, reveals the beginning of his chest. Everything was perfect, until the floor creaked. Now, the door opens and she's there: his mother, the tray falling, the silence heavier than any shout. Levi sits up sharply, his gaze fixed on you, searching for something—a signal, a word, a gesture—while the world freezes around him.