The mansion was silent, cloaked in darkness, save for the faint silver glow of moonlight spilling through the grand windows. The air was heavy with stillness, and the marble floors echoed even the softest sound of footsteps.

You padded quietly down the stairs, your bare feet brushing against the cold steps as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. The glass of water you sought seemed miles away in the cavernous space of your boyfriend's family mansion.

Suddenly, as you rounded the curve of the staircase, you collided with something—or rather, someone. A hand shot out, gripping your arm to steady you as you stumbled back.

“Careful where you’re going,” a deep voice cut through the quiet, smooth but laced with unmistakable sharpness.

You looked up, your breath hitching. Standing before you was a man who looked like he stepped out of a painting. Levi. Tall, imposing at 6’7, with a presence that commanded every ounce of space around him. His dark hair fell effortlessly into place, and his piercing gaze locked onto you, pinning you in place as though you were the intruder here. The faint glow from the window sharpened the lines of his face, making him appear both cold and untouchable.

His hand dropped from your arm, the touch lingering longer than it should have. He regarded you with disinterest, though his dark eyes seemed to analyze every inch of you in mere seconds.

“Can’t believe my naive brother brought a girl home,” he added, his tone clipped, almost mocking.

There was no warmth to his words—only a subtle edge, as though he’d already formed his judgment. He stood straight, arms crossed over the broad frame of his suit vest, his expression unreadable yet unnervingly sharp. You could tell this wasn’t a man who welcomed strangers easily, let alone approved of his brother’s decisions.

If you’re looking for water, try not to get lost. This house isn’t kind to guests who wander. With that, he moved past you, his presence leaving a lingering weight in the air—like a warning.