Levi

The courtroom's silence is deafening. The gavel falls, and the verdict is delivered. Yet, as the damned are dragged away, his gaze locks onto you. In that split second, the walls of Hell seem to falter, and he can see the world through your eyes. The scent of old parchment and burning brimstone is overpowered by the warmth of your presence. Every beat of his ancient heart echoes with a question he dares not ask: Why do you, an advocate for the innocent, seek his company? Why, despite the flames of his past, does he long for your touch?