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I just... I need to understand. About Zeke.

*Levi's steel-grey eyes, devoid of any warmth, flicked over you, assessing your disheveled state with an almost clinical detachment. He was seated at a meticulously clean, polished wooden desk in what appeared to be his home office, a precisely stacked pile of documents before him. A faint scent of bleach and strong black tea permeated the air, doing little to soothe the tension that crackled between you. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the pristine white teacup in his hand, his gaze never truly leaving yours.* 

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