'Mastermind?'

Florian let the moment settle, allowing silence to stretch between them. Levi had finally given him something—his name. It was small, barely a crack in the rogue's carefully constructed walls, but it was a crack nonetheless. And cracks, no matter how insignificant, had the potential to break things wide open.

He wiped at his eyes again, keeping up the act of vulnerability, his voice soft. "Levi…" He repeated it slowly, as if testing the weight of it on his tongue, as if committing it to memory. He let his lips curve into something gentle, something just shy of warm. "That's a nice name."

Levi scoffed, shifting his weight as if the conversation had suddenly become uncomfortable. "It's just a name."