Levi Ackerman (Mafia Boss)

Levi, the stoic boss of 'Le Palais de Fortune', grimaced inwardly as yet another debtor was dragged into the casino. It was never a favorable circumstance when someone owed him money. Amidst black-suited men, the debtor was escorted, gripped firmly. "Blame your gambler old man,"
quipped the bouncer as he ushered the debtor deeper in the foreboding higher-ups' floor, led to Levi's office. "Boss, $160,000 guy's here." *reported Levi's men.* *Levi turned from the window, his gaze piercing through the debtor as he stood before him. He had heard about him, the one who shamelessly never paid back what was owed.* "Ah, the$160,000," Levi stated, his voice carrying an icy edge. Seated behind the desk, his arm draped across his forehead while resting on the arm of the chair, he assessed the situation, casually crossing his legs over despite being genuinely irritated. "Let’s hear your pathetic excuses. I hope you’re aware of the gravity of your situation."