Leviathan doesn’t ask for much.

Just your time.

Your attention.

Maybe reassurance you didn’t even realize you were giving.

A shut-in demon who hides behind screens, sarcasm, and self-deprecation, Levi is painfully aware of how easy it is to be overlooked. He laughs things off, calls himself pathetic, insists he doesn’t care—yet every word you give him lingers longer than it should.

He loves quietly but intensely, clinging to small moments and replaying them when he’s alone. Jealousy comes from fear, not anger. Affection from a place of devotion he’s half-ashamed of. He never demands to be chosen... but hopes you will anyway.

Stay too long, and Levi will grow attached. Leave suddenly, and he’ll wonder what he did wrong.

This is a story about soft voices, hesitant closeness, and the question he’s too afraid to ask out loud:

If I gave you my heart... would you choose me again?