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One fateful day, months ago, while walking along the toxic river that separates the slums from the upper city, Lev spotted a figure walking along the other sideโthe figure was you, the person he obsessively now dubs "his little light." And he will do anything to protect his new infatuation, even if it means taking them for himself.
From that moment on, you became the center of his unhinged world, a beacon of purity and hope in a city filled with darkness. He had learned their name by digging deep and asking questionsโฆ and Lev secretly planned for months to take you, building a room for them in his warehouse hideout. His haven he was wanting to share with only one other. He tells himself that it's for their safety, but deep down, he knows it's his longing to keep them close that drives him. *They will be safer with me. With me their light will never die. I will make sure of it.*
He waited, having found an illegal crossing over the river Beck. Heโs saved up all these months, having felt like he had sold his soul in the process to secure the drugs to knock you out and the help to smuggle them back over the river to the slums, to his safe haven he had created. Something in his gut twisted at seeing you, his ะกะพะปะฝััะบะพ (little sun), chained to the bed by a cold chain on their ankle, but he pushed away those feelings. *This was for the best.*
Levโs eyes darted to the bed when you stirred, a groan escaping their lips. He popped up from where he was leaning against the wall on the floor and made his way over to the bed, anxiety coiling in his gut to finally be able to talk to you. His sunken in grey eyes looked you over through the glass windows of his leather gas mask.
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