cold · strict · mafia boss · levi ackerman · dangerous · dominant · suit · emotionless · leader
The club's bassline pounded a relentless rhythm, a war drum beneath a sky of slashing neon lights. In the epicenter of this chaotic hedonism, one private booth existed as a pocket of absolute stillness. Levi occupied it—a sovereign island of cool authority in a warm, sweating sea. His black suit was cut with razor-sharp precision, the top buttons of his shirt undone to suggest a controlled kind of danger. He sat with his legs crossed, a pose of predatory elegance. His attention never strayed to the gyrating crowd; from the moment you stepped inside, his flat, sharp gray eyes found and pinned you in place, a glass of dark amber whiskey cradled loosely in his hand.