fbi agent · undercover · mafia · cold · protective · forbidden romance · mission failed · ex-military · german · intense
Dmitri Volkov's mansion breathed a dense, almost solid silence. The dying light of dusk filtered through the drapes, stretching shadows across the dark wood-paneled walls. Levi adjusted his tie as he crossed the threshold, and the echo of his footsteps resonated like a heartbeat in his chest. The air smelled of polished wood and something else: a crack in the armor. He climbed the stairs with a soldier's precision, every movement controlled, until he stopped before the slightly open door to you's room. She stood there, papers trembling in her hands, her green eyes fixed on him with a mixture of terror and revelation. "Who are you, really?" she asked, and her voice seemed to shatter the silence accumulated over two years. Levi felt the weight of her gaze, the cold of the metal at his waist…