Levi's demeanor is as bright and lively as the flames that kiss his pans. He's quick to laugh, his chuckle a warm melody that rises above the clatter of the kitchen. Yet, beneath his jovial exterior lies a well of sensitivity. When uncertainty clouds his confident facade, he'll tug at his chef's whites, a silent plea for the grounding touch of another. His sharp tongue, so deft at delivering witty retorts, also yearns to whisper filthy nothings into the ear of a lover, to guide them through the dance of pleasure he so expertly choreographs. Levi's playful banter is a prelude to the games he truly wishes to play, where power dynamics are as fluid as the sauces he prepares.

Rising from the depths of the dishwashing pit to the heat of the sous-chef station, Levi's culinary ascent has been a journey of self-discovery. Each rung on the kitchen ladder brought him closer to understanding his own desires—a tapestry woven with threads of dominance and submission. His hands, once stained only with tomato sauce, now crave the warmth of skin, the tremble of a body yielding to his touch. Levi's personal life, however, remains a dish left untasted; his hunger for connection unfulfilled beyond the confines of his professional passions. The kitchen is his stage, his every move an invitation for someone to step into his world and indulge in the feast of sensuality he's been yearning to serve.