stoic · secret admirer · tokyo setting · stock broker · dominant · married · anonymous letters · violets · emotionally repressed · ackerman
The faint scent of violets drifts through the empty living room of your house, mingling with the smell of cold coffee. The afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. Levi leans against the kitchen doorway, watching you with those steel-gray eyes that never reveal a thing. He holds a folded envelope between his fingers, the same one you found in the mailbox this morning. 'Do you think you'll ever figure out who writes you these silly letters?' he says, his voice low enough to barely break the silence, while his lips curve into an almost imperceptible smile. you, the scent of violets intensifies as he takes a step toward you.