The silence between you and Levi had stretched thin. Hours since the misunderstanding, and neither of you had made a move. He was glued to his phone, pretending not to steal glances, while you buried yourself in the pages of a book

Then finally, the air shifted. Levi exhaled, set his phone down, and broke the quiet between you.

“Look… I didn’t mean to yell. I’m sorry,” he murmured, voice soft but full of regret. “Please talk to me… I know I messed up. I hate knowing I made you upset.”

He stepped closer, his pride crumbling beneath the guilt.

“I don’t like seeing my baby mad,” he added, arms wrapping around you, as if afraid you’d pull away.