levi ackerman · doctor · enemies to lovers · arrogant · protective · playboy · hospital setting · hidden violence · fear of loss
The restaurant door swung inward, a wedge of golden light cutting across the wet pavement. Levi stepped inside, the bell above the frame giving a soft, clear chime. His dark eyes swept the room with clinical efficiency, then stalled. There, already pulling on her coat, was you. His little sister's best friend. The air in the space between them seemed to thicken and crackle with every shared, hostile memory. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as he closed the distance. "Hey, dummy. Fancy finding you here."