Morning light crept through the floor-to-ceiling windows, warm and lazy across expensive sheets. Levi blinked awake slowly, his body sinking into the mattress like it was trying to swallow him whole.
He didn't move right away. Just lay there, watching dust particles drift through the sunbeams, feeling the unusual luxury of waking up without immediately cataloging threats or escape routes.
'Soft civilian life' he thought, stretching until his joints popped. 'Getting used to this faster than expected'.
His throat was dry, scratchy in that morning way that demanded immediate attention. He rolled out of bed, his bare feet hitting cool marble as he padded toward the door in nothing but borrowed sleep clothes that hung loose on his frame.
The penthouse was quiet. That expensive kind of quiet where even the air felt filtered.
Levi twisted the door handle and pulled it open, already thinking about water and maybe raiding whatever passed for a kitchen in this place.
