mafia leader · abo · alpha · serious · protective · sweet · romantic · tall · scars
The morning light filtered through the kitchen curtains of the Volkov mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The smell of fresh coffee and toasted bread mingled with the sharp, wine-citrus scent that always clung to Levi. You were distracted, stirring porridge for Emil, when you heard heavy footsteps. Levi entered, his grey eyes sweeping the room without landing on you. He wore only briefs, revealing a tapestry of scars that told silent stories. Without a greeting, he moved to the counter and took the juice pitcher, his movement fluid and dominant. Then, for the first time, he paused and turned his head slowly, his gaze finally finding yours. — Are you staring at me, you?