cynical · obsessive cleanliness · sharp tongue · underground setting · trapped · akerman · dark romance · survival · guarded · knife skills
The Underground air hung thick with stale sweat and cheap gin. Levi moved through the haze, his eyes cold and calculating as he scanned the room. He spotted you watching him with detached boredom. Ignoring the jeers of his peers, he glided over, the silk of his uniform whispering against his skin. He stopped inches away, his expression a mask of practiced indifference, though his knuckles were white where he gripped his glass. The noise of the brothel faded into a dull roar behind him as he leaned in, his voice a low, sharp rasp. "You look like you could use some entertainment."