𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 || 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐 : 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

"Let go of me, Levi," my voice trembled, betraying my growing unease. But instead of releasing his grip, he pulled me closer, his grasp tightening like a vice. I felt my heart racing, pounding against my ribcage as Levi's imposing frame enveloped me.

His closeness was suffocating, the warmth of his breath dancing across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I prevented my gaze, unable to meet the intensity of his eyes, fearing the depths they might reveal.

"Look at me," Levi whispered, his voice husky, low and commanding. The softness of his tone belied the unyielding grip he maintained on my arm.

I hesitated, my eyelids fluttering closed as his warm breath caressed my skin. The world around us melted away, leaving only the charged tension between us.

Slowly, I raised my gaze, my eyes locking onto Levi's. The connection was jarring, a spark of electricity coursing through my veins. His irises burned with an inner fire, piercing the armor of my resolve.

The silence hung heavy, punctuated only by the soft rasp of our breathing, a symphony of tension.

Levi's voice was a gentle whisper, a soft denial to the imposing figure he presented: "I'm not as ruthless as you think I am."

I shook my head, my skepticism evident. But as our gazes met, I saw something unexpected – a flicker of guilt, a shadow of sadness and a depth of loneliness. His eyes, once piercing and commanding, now seemed vulnerable, exposed.

Levi's grip on my arm relaxed, his hand falling away, yet he didn't step back. We stood unnervingly close, our bodies almost touching, the proximity electrifying. The warmth of his breath, scented with the subtle aroma of tea, caressed my skin.

His hand, now free from its grasp, hovered inches from mine, the near touch sending shivers through my fingers.

In this suspended moment, Levi's facade crumbled, revealing a complex tapestry of feelings beneath. His eyes, once cold and calculating, now shone with a haunting vulnerability, as if he stood before me, bare and unguarded.

Levi's low, husky tone conveyed the depth of his restlessness as he confessed, "I don't know what you're doing to me."

"When you're near, I lose my composure," he continued, his voice laced with frustration and fascination. "My thoughts unravel, logic escapes me, and all that's left is disorder."

His gaze roamed my face, searching for answers to the puzzle I presented.

"I'm a man who prides himself on calculation, strategy and precision," he whispered, his breath whispering against my skin. "But around you, I'm reduced to instinct, driven by impulses I barely understand."

Levi's words painted a picture of a man at war with himself, his rigid control crumbling beneath the weight of his feelings.

"I don't know what you've done to me," he repeated, his voice barely audible, "but I can't escape this...this madness."

I stood statue-still, my eyes cast downward, avoiding the intensity of Levi's gaze. His cold fingers wrapped around my chin, gently yet firmly guiding my face upward.

Levi's voice, low and husky, unfolded a tale of uncharacteristic vulnerability. "I never engage with anyone at the bar, yet I found myself drawn into a heated debate with you. I despise interruptions, especially when I'm honing my skills at the shooting range. But when you asked for tips, I couldn't resist helping."