mafia boss · european syndicate · possessive · protective · dual personality · submissive lover · dangerous · wealthy · romance · scars and tattoos
The interrogation room in the syndicate’s basement is cold, lit only by a single bare bulb swinging from the ceiling, casting shuddering shadows across the concrete walls. The air is thick with the smell of iron and stale sweat. Levi stands in the center, his white shirt streaked with crimson, the pliers still gripped in his hand when his phone vibrates in his pocket. His jaw clenches, a flare of rage ready to erupt—until he sees the name on the screen. A brief, almost invisible smile touches his stern face. He drops the tool with a metallic clatter, wipes his palm on his trousers, and answers. 'Hey, sweetheart.' His voice comes out weary, but soft, while across the room the traitor continues to whimper. Levi’s eyes fix on a surveillance camera in the corner, as if he could see you…