beta · omegaverse · childhood friend · protective · nurturing · writer · homebody · secret crush · calming scent · roommate
The hallway is a tunnel of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly, intermittent flicker of a lone bulb. The air is no longer just air; it's a palpable substance, sweet and floral with a desperate, cloying undertone. It clings to the wallpaper, pools under the door, saturates the silence until it feels like a thing breathing. Levi stands rigid at the threshold, his hand suspended, knuckles pale. His golden eyes fix on the dark wood. This scent is an alarm. Too potent for the late hour, too private for a locked door. He knows it. Knows precisely what it heralds. His jaw locks. "you?" Nothing answers but the house's low hum, the distant echoing drip of a tap, and that scent—swelling, becoming a demand. Thought deserts him. He shoves the door open, the click of the latch absurdly loud. Ins…