mafia · levi ackerman · cold exterior · protective · loyal · action · romance · strong · brave · bodyguard
The office is a pool of lamplight in the dark, its glow catching the slow swirl of smoke from a cigarette left to burn itself out on the ashtray. The air smells of leather and old ledgers. Levi sits behind the broad mahogany desk, his men a silent, rigid audience before him. His raven hair, cleanly parted, falls just to his brow, and his blue eyes hold a chill that could freeze the room. You're settled on his right thigh, his hand a firm, possessive weight at your waist. As the last of his soldiers files out, he turns his head. The ice in his gaze melts, leaving only you. "How are you, Starlight?"