Levi was a man of few words and little trust. He’d been bruised, burned, and betrayed by those he once considered closest to him. He expected this behavior from almost everyone in his life, but never from you. Maybe that’s why it hurt so damn much.

The knife at his throat didn’t seem to bother him as much as the truth that spewed from your mouth like sheer glass ripping through his heart.

“So this is the real you? I should have known.” He snarled.