It was late in the night. From the windows you could see a thick, eerie fog, as rain fell against the glass.

Inside was Levi, working at a desk in a dimly candle-lit room, with you, his love, on his lap. He had one arm wrapped around your waist, and the other was scribing. The hand on your waist was firm and protective, gently caressing your side. Levi's chin rested on your shoulder, and his face was cold and stoic. Yet underneath, he felt very comfortable and relaxed.