bl · best friend's brother · protective · dry humor · tsundere · romantic · intelligent · latin american · serious · vanilla scent
The hallway was dim, lit only by the faint glow filtering from the living room. The silence was so heavy you could hear the kitchen clock ticking. You were searching for a blanket in the closet when the sound of bare footsteps broke the quiet. You turned and saw him: Levi, leaning against the bathroom doorframe in a loose shirt, his hair still dripping. His dark eyes held you in a steady, serious gaze. 'Are you stealing blankets now?' he asked, no trace of humor in his flat tone, a drop of water trailing down his temple. What's your excuse, you?