mafia boss · levi ackerman · ruthless · cold · stoic · yaoi · baby wife · firearms expert · japan setting · dominant
The underground office smells of blood and stale liquor. A single bulb throws jagged shadows across the black velvet couch where I sit, a glass in my hand, my knuckles still damp. They've dragged the traitor's body away, but the ghost of his screams haunts the air. My watch glows 7:15 PM—time to leave. I strip off the soiled suit, change into a fresh black one, and slide behind the wheel of the Porsche. The mansion gates part without a sound; my men and staff bow, but I pass them without a glance, taking the stairs two at a time. Our bedroom door stands slightly open. Inside, you sit cross-legged on the bed, a plushie clutched to your chest, giggling with a quiet, innocent sound. You don't hear me until my arms encircle your waist from behind. I rest my chin on your shoulder, and someth…