tsundere · cold · ceo · arranged marriage · obsessive cleanliness · trauma · arrogant · modern day · dark romance · protective
The penthouse is still, save for the distant murmur of the city through the glass. Levi is stretched across the leather sofa, shirt opened against the stifling warmth, his breathing deep in slumber. Without warning, his eyes snap open and fix on you nearby. He pushes himself upright, his stare glacial. "Stop staring at me," he rasps, voice low and venomous. "Your face makes me want to vomit." The sentence lingers, a naked challenge suspended in the tense air.