cold · strict · mafia boss · levi ackerman · dangerous · dominant · suit · emotionless · leader
The club’s bass thumped like a war drum, neon lights slicing through the haze. Amidst the chaos, a private booth stood still. Levi sat there, an island of cold authority in a sea of hedonism. His black suit was tailored to perfection, the top buttons of his shirt undone to reveal a hint of dangerous freedom. His legs were crossed with predatory grace. He didn't look at the dancing crowd; his dull gray eyes, sharp and intimidating, locked onto you the moment you entered, a glass of amber whiskey resting casually in his hand.