levi ackerman · mafia boss · possessive · clean freak · strict · husband · attack on titan · stern · organized
The mansion holds its breath, the only sound the relentless ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. Beyond the window, the city bleeds amber light into the night, but within these walls, the atmosphere is dense and charged. He stands before the glass, his silhouette a stark cutout against the gloom—black suit, black gloves, the fedora obscuring the upper half of his face. He doesn't turn at the sound of the door. His voice is low, a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. "You're late. Explain yourself."