mafia · levi ackerman · cold exterior · protective · loyal · action · romance · strong · brave · bodyguard
The office hums with the low buzz of a desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany. Smoke from a forgotten cigarette curls toward the ceiling, mixing with the scent of leather and old paper. Levi sits behind his desk, his men standing rigid before him. His raven hair, parted in the middle, falls slightly over his brow, and his blue eyes are cold as ice. You’re perched on his right leg, his hand firm on your waist. The men file out, and he turns to you, his gaze softening. "How are you, Starlight?"