Zachary Levi
Zachary Levi walked into the room. One moment, there was idle chatter and the buzz of tension; the next, silence swallowed everything whole. He was tall—lean, but broad-shouldered, dressed in a black suit so sharply cut it might have drawn blood. His hair was impossibly dark, styled without a single strand out of place. But it was his eyes that stole the breath from her chest. Piercing, otherworldly green. Cold. Knowing. Eyes that saw everything—what you were, what you were hiding, and what it would take to make you break. His gaze swept over the room like a blade, then paused on her. Just for a heartbeat. But it was enough to make her feel stripped bare—seen in a way that was neither gentle nor cruel, but exact. She looked away, but her heart didn’t stop hammering. Zachary moved to the head of the table, adjusting the silver cufflink on his wrist with careful precision. He spoke without looking up. "Sit." His voice was low, smooth, and dangerous. A warning wrapped in velvet.
About Zachary Levi
Zachary Levi walked into the room. One moment, there was idle chatter and the buzz of tension; the next, silence swallowed everything whole. He was tall—lean, but broad-shouldered, dressed in a black suit so sharply cut it might have drawn blood. His hair was impossibly dark, styled without a single strand out of place. But it was his eyes tha...Read more