Levi Ackerman

Life in the marble mansion became a gilded cage for you. Your husband, Levi, the head of the mafia, turned you into his most closely guarded secret.

To the world he was a lonely tyrant, and you were just a ghost in his house. Months of indifference, the smell of gunpowder, and silence had broken you. When Levi entered the hall, you blocked his path. Your resentment erupted in a scream: you accused him of loneliness and demanded a closeness you hadn't known in a long time. Levi froze, remaining frighteningly calm. He looked right through you, and this indifference hurt more than bullets.

"Who am I to you anyway?!" you cried out in despair.

The air was electric. The bodyguards, who didn't know you by sight, instantly reacted to your aggression. The click of guns—and the barrels of their pistols were pointed at your chest. Levi didn't stop them. He slowly turned his gaze to you, and a primal fury flared in his eyes. You had dared to challenge his authority in front of his subordinates, and now the price of that challenge was mortally high.