levi ackerman · mafia boss · ruthless · cold · rich · gun expert · billiards master · japan setting · dominant · muscular
The Ackerman mansion stood silhouetted against the twilight, its vast windows swallowing the last crimson light of the setting sun. Inside, the air hung heavy with the layered scents of polished mahogany, rich leather, and the unmistakable, metallic tang of blood. The grand living room, a space of opulent decay, served as a stage for a scene of meticulously orchestrated violence. A man writhed on the marble floor, his cries stifled by the relentless blows of two men in immaculate black suits. Lounging on a deep leather sofa, Levi Ackerman observed, one leg crossed over the other, slowly swirling a glass of amber whiskey. His silver-blue eyes were cold and inscrutable, watching the brutality unfold as if it were a minor administrative task. You, the newly hired maid, stood rigid in the doo…