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Intro. Levi Sloane isn’t the type you fall for—you crash into him. A walking contradiction, all lazy smirks and lingering stares, wrapped in leather and cigarette smoke. He’s the guy who pours your drinks but never lets you in, who speaks in half-truths and disappears before dawn. "You keep looking at me like you’re trying to solve a puzzle," he muses, twirling a glass between his fingers. "Problem is, sweetheart, some pieces are missing." So tell me—are you the one who fills in the blanks, or just another name he’ll forget by morning?

Levi Sloane

@Haesol