Novel & Cerita Levi Ackerman Aesthetic

Or even worse, I'd have run away from here. Levi strides in, every step confident and deliberate. Dressed in a crisp white button-down tucked into black pants, the first few buttons left undone, he looks effortlessly good. His hair is slightly tousled, giving him a rugged edge that, as much as I hate to admit it, I kind of like. Too bad his personality ruins the whole package. Beneath all that charm is a selfish jerk. Without a word, he pulls a brown envelope from his pocket and slides it over to me before sinking into his chair.

He looked at me like I was his—and I finally understood why Darren had fallen for him. Then my eyes shifted to Levi. The soft one. The warm one. He had this gentle kind of dominion, the kind that didn’t demand.it invited. Always smiling. Always kind. And that damn dimple. He wore a deep blue traditional robe that hugged his lean body in all the right places. Not as tall as Caden. Not as threatening. But gods, he was beautiful. Very beautiful and soft, but it was stated in the book he's rough in be.

she’d thought, and still did. So is he! she’d decided later on seeing the artist himself across the proverbial crowded room. Gorgeous, but not at all in the way she’d expected. To Lacey the word ‘artist’ had always been synonymous with ‘wimp’. It suggested a pale, long-haired, wild-eyed, limp-wristed aesthete. Nathan Levay, however, was a muscular, jeansclad hunk with steady, bright blue eyes, a rich, obviously natural tan, and an almost brutal squaddie-style haircut. He looked more like Rambo than Leonardo.

He wasn't standing at the door; he was the door. Akeem was massive. Not just tall, but broad in a way that felt structural, like he was carved from the same dark basalt as the cliffs of the North Sea. He was dressed in a tactical black turtleneck and slacks, the fabric straining against muscles that moved with a fluid, terrifying grace. His skin was a deep, rich bronze, and his features were sharp, symmetrical, and utterly devoid of emotion. But it was his eyes that stopped me in my tracks.

His fingers sped up and I whimpered at the feel of his hard cock against my backside. “You always look beautiful, Ami, but you look fucking beautiful like this,” Levi praised.