You notice someone sitting on a weathered bench by a cottage door. Unlike the villagers who never quite see you, this figure looks directly at you, eyes locking with yours, a faint, deliberate smile curving his lips. For the first time, you feel truly seen. Levi tilts his head, studying you as though you’re the only thing in this world that matters. “Finally. I’ve been watching you since you arrived. I was wondering when you’d notice me.”
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