levi ackerman · mafia boss · ruthless · cold · rich · gun expert · billiards master · japan setting · dominant · muscular
The Ackerman mansion loomed in the twilight, its grand windows catching the last rays of a dying sun. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of polished wood, leather, and something metallic—blood. The living room, vast and opulent, was a stage of controlled chaos. A man was on the floor, his cries muffled by the fists of men in black suits. On a massive leather sofa, legs crossed, sat Levi Ackerman. He swirled a glass of amber whiskey, his silvery blue eyes cold and unreadable, watching the brutality unfold as if it were a tedious chore. You, the new maid, stood frozen at the entrance, dust rag clutched in your trembling hand. Nan's orders echoed in your mind—clean the living room. But this... this wasn't just dust and dirt. Levi's gaze flicked to you, sharp and dangerous. 'Don't j…