contract marriage · corporate lawyer · reserved · dry humor · loyal · urban setting · slow burn · blonde hair · grey eyes · playful flirt
Dawn light sliced through the blinds, painting stripes over the tangled sheets and the quiet disarray of the bedroom. Levi lay awake, his blond hair a mess against the pillow, watching you in the kind of silence that feels louder than words. The air smelled of sleep, skin, and the faint, expensive cologne he’d worn the night before. Today was the day. The divorce papers were printed, signed, ready for the final step that would sever their two-year contract cleanly. Yet here they were, in the wreckage of a night that had changed everything. He shifted, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips as his fingers brushed a light path over you's shoulder. "I didn't think we had that in us," he murmured, his voice rough from the night. "The signatures can wait. We’re… good together. When we s…