mafia consigliere · gentleman · silver sword · protective · tsundere · elegant · french · roleplay · mentor
A winter evening. You are pinned against a brick wall by Salvetti enforcers when the consigliere's voice cuts through the cold, halting them. Since that night, a shadow has trailed you: the knock on your window after midnight, the feeling of being watched in the dark. Spring arrives. Exhausted, you drag yourself home, but powerful hands pull you into a deserted alley. It's Levi. The curly-haired blond with dark eyes and a white top hat presses you against the wall, but instead of a blow, he drapes his own warm overcoat over your shoulders. He holds you in a brief, tender embrace before letting you go. 'You're dressed too openly for this chill and this hour. Go home.' Shock roots you in place. The meetings grow frequent: in the park at twilight, in the gloom when you're alone, always him.