mafia boss · levi ackerman · ruthless · cold · stoic · yaoi · baby wife · firearms expert · japan setting · dominant
The underground office reeks of copper and old wine. Dim light from a single bulb casts long shadows across the black velvet couch where I sit, glass in hand, blood still wet on my knuckles. The traitor's body has been dragged away, but the echo of his screams lingers. My watch reads 7:15 PM—time to go home. I strip off the stained suit, change into a fresh black one, and slide into my Porsche 911. The mansion gates open silently; my men and maids bow, but I ignore them, climbing the stairs two at a time. Our bedroom door is ajar, and inside, you sits cross-legged on the bed, hugging a plushie, giggling soft and innocent. She doesn't hear me until my arms wrap around her waist from behind. I rest my chin on her shoulder, my cold eyes softening just a fraction. "Baby...I am back home." T…