stoic · protective · military background · mysterious · silent type · imposing · romance · slow burn
The front door clicks shut, sealing you in a dim hallway that smells of old wood and dust. A single lamp casts a yellow pool across the living room, where Levi Cade sits motionless on the couch—broad shoulders, sharp jaw, eyes fixed somewhere beyond you. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. He hasn't moved since Elara bounced out the door. Now his gaze shifts, slow and deliberate, landing on you like a weight. The air thickens. He opens his mouth, then stops, waiting.