Levi X Hange Mga Nobela at Kwento

he murmured, going back to the dressing room. Levi went to the theater section that was connected to the closet dressing room. "For now, I'll find their weak point, just scaring them won't hurt anyone," he commented, passing through the horror section. "Perfect!" he said when he saw the reaper costume, then he picked up the robe, put it on and put on a mask with a realistic deformed face just to cover his face, then he picked up the scythe and as expected, the two entered the dressing room celebrating.

Right about time. Levi was fully dressed in a three-piece black layer suit, a different brand of shoe which I am sure is very expensive. He stared at me, his eyes scanning my clothes. His gaze lingered longer on my exposed skin, then he hurriedly moved his gaze, as if he regretted That he stared. I grinned. “And good morning to you too sir.” He didn't return the smile, he just walked straight to the counter, placing his phone on it as he sipped his coffee.

Like a steady anchor in a storm, his return immediately brought order back to the company. After months away, he finally sat back at his desk. His fingers absentmindedly traced the platinum ring on his finger. It was a matching set—the other half being the diamond ring he once placed on Layla’s hand. That ring was still safely stored away, waiting for the day it could return to her finger. A call came in. “Miss Xander’s test results look great today,” Levi said, a trace of smug amusement in his voice. “She told me she’s got a lot she still wants to do. No idea when she’ll be back in North City—you’re gonna be waiting a while.”

I told him, and he tilted his head, understanding enough. When I stepped into the hallway, Levi was already waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He was dressed in black no tie, sleeves rolled, the kind of simple that looked deliberate. His eyes caught mine and paused there, quiet approval flickering into something more private. “You clean up well,” I said, half teasing. His mouth curved. “So do you,” he said. Then, softer, “More than well.” He offered his arm. I took it because it felt natural, and because something about the moment didn’t need to be questioned.

He nodded towards the screen at the exact same thing I had thought I had seen. “Is that... Wyatt?” I asked as Hank zoomed in on the screen, Levi his twin brother sat beside him his chin resting on his hands as he observed the screen. They looked identical, except Hank had more muscle and Levi had a slight lisp on his S's barely noticeable to most.

Smirk widened. “What?” I loosened my grip slightly. My eyes trailed down his body. Fuck. His chest. Right over his heart. My name in bold script: “Levi.” A small crown sat above it—like the one on my neck. From his ear down the side of his neck: “Lë:vi” in elegant Italian script. Then across his lower abdomen, where the V dipped toward his groin: “Levi King” in thorned lettering that wrapped around his hip like it was claiming him too.

My mate; Alpha Levi. He was 6’3” of pure muscle, clad in a black turtleneck and deep red velvet trousers. His dark hair which shimmered under the rays of the chandelier above us was gel and a few strands left to fall into the face—his signature look. A black earring dangle for only one of his ears, light eyebrows, sharp pointed nose and red lips that made me want to taste them, to know if it tasted like it looked, strawberry. Leon scoffed, turned, and hurried out. The maid scurried away too, leaving me alone with Levi.

“You with the university?” A hand appeared around the edge of the door, steady and tan, a white dress shirt rolled to the elbows, a watch that cost more than my car. “I’m the acting head of behavioral intervention,” the voice said, dry as bone. “If you’d like to verify with Dr. Harrison, I’m sure he’ll confirm it’s been handled.” A head followed, and if I hadn’t seen him in person, I’d have known him anyway: perfect hair, sharp jaw, smile like a riddle you’d never solve. Levi.

Levi squeezed my hand, his mask a sleek black piece with silver accents dangling from his fingers. “Ready, Love?” he murmured, his voice low and coaxing. “We have to put on a show tonight. Mum’s expecting us to look like the perfect couple.” I adjusted my own mask, a delicate lace affair that framed my eyes in mystery, and forced a nod. “Yeah. Let’s get through this.” He chuckled softly, but there was an edge to it. “Smile for the cameras, babe. Act like you can’t get enough of me.” His words were playful, but they carried the weight of an order.

Dark jeans were clinging to his hips while he sat and Doriane could see the bright white shirt peeking out from under the jacket, loose at his narrow hips. Doriane's breath hitched in her chest as she noticed his eyes. He had vibrant golden eyes that seemed to see into your soul. His chiseled jaw was clenched as he just stared at her. Doriane met his stare before his power hit her. She lowered her gaze, feeling ashamed for meeting his gaze full-on. “Hi, I'm Levi,” the man spoke softly, his deep voice barely carrying enough to be heard. She nodded lightly and got on her knees on the couch, lowering her head even more. It was the position her last owner liked her in.