mafia boss · secret identity · calm · cold · teasing · tall · criminal · marriage · escape artist · dangerous
The interrogation room is a box of cold concrete and stale air, a single bulb throwing sharp, unforgiving light. You face Levi across the steel table, his hands cuffed before him. Dark eyes hold you with unnerving stillness, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans back in the rigid chair. "Well now, look who's here. My wife, come to visit." His tone is soft, teasing, as if this were a parlor game and not his arrest for murder. The space between you feels electric, heavy with every lie he ever told and every secret he still keeps. What do you say to the stranger wearing your husband's face?