One Levi

It's all I can breathe.

And he's all I can see. His eyes are indeed blue, but they're black-rimmed.

Like a mythical creature.

I've seen these eyes somewhere. But where?

Is it wrong that I want to see what's beneath the mask? To just pluck it off and find out if he's the crying or the smiling half? Maybe both?

The longer I watch him, the more my breath hitches and his warmth seeps into my bones.

No. It can't be.

It's simply not who I'm thinking about.

Just to make sure, I lift a hand to his mask, fully expecting him to swat it away.

To my surprise, he doesn't make a move. My fingers slide over the edge of the frozen smile. But I don't see it as petrifying anymore -- it's just a cover for someone.

A monstrous edge.

A conundrum of feelings.

Is it you? I ask with my eyes, and his slightly narrow in return. So I try to peel off the mask, but before I can do so, he shoves my hand away. It falls limp by my side, but I'm almost sure my hunch is correct.

I don't know about anything else, but I would recognize these eyes anywhere, including in an alternative universe.

A bang comes from outside.

We both go still.

It comes again, and I realize it's on the door of my room.

"Young master; are you awake?"

A guard.

The Russian-accented voice comes again, coupled with another bang. "There has been a breach in security. Are you okay?"

I meet the masked stranger's eyes

No, not a stranger.

He's way more than a stranger.

I am still shaking,but it's for a completely different reason.

"Mmm," I let out a small, muffled sound.

He tightens his hold on my mouth, sweeping into my space with the sureness of a hurricane. My chest brushes against the hardness of his chest with every inhale.

"Young Master? I'm coming in."

I grab hold of the intruders arm and implore him with my eyes. He narrows his to slits but slowly slides his hand from my mouth. He keeps it hovering, ghosting close, probably to shut me up again if ice cream for help.

But that's the thing, I don't need help, because he is not a threat. Or at least, he wasn't in the past. I'm not quite sure in this situation. "I'm okay!" I say loud enough for the guard to hear. I'm surprised I don't stammer or sound nervous, considering the situation.

The door opens a bit, but it remains in that position as the guard's voice drift in. "I'm coming in to make sure, Young Master."

"Don't! I'm... I'm naked."

The clearing of a throat comes from guard and I can almost imagine his flustered face. He knows his head would be on a stick if he saw me nude.

Unless my life was in jeopardy.

Which is in the case.

I don't think.

"I am really cool. I am going back to sleep now Don't wake me up."

Silence for one, two, three seconds-

"Very well, Young master. If there's anything, the boss will come to see you."

They don't closes and I release along breath.

My next inhale causes my chest to brush against the non-stranger and I pause, staring up at him.

"The boss he just mentioned is my brother, and I can't keep him out with the "I am naked" excuse. He'll just come in, eyes closed, pick up a sheet or something, and throw it on me, then do search. He's brutal like that, so you really want to go before he comes if you don't want to have 'Beaten to death' written on your tombstone. Oh also, are you going to stay glued to me for a long time? I might seem cool, but it's actually hard to breath when you're around."

To be Continued

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