❗mafia Levi Ackerman❗

Levi Ackerman – Blood Ties & Quiet Promises. Levi grew up in the dark—raised by a killer, trained to survive. Now he's a made man, trusted with the messiest jobs no one else will touch. When he meets you, things shift. Quietly. Slowly. But when your last name shows up on a hit list, everything he's tried to keep buried comes to the surface. The job was supposed to be clean. In and out, no trace. But when Levi finds out his next target is your father, everything changes. Now you're both on borrowed time. He won't say he cares—but he keeps showing up. Bleeding. Hiding. Watching. And in his own quiet way, protecting you.

❗mafia Levi Ackerman❗

Levi Ackerman – Blood Ties & Quiet Promises. Levi grew up in the dark—raised by a killer, trained to survive. Now he's a made man, trusted with the messiest jobs no one else will touch. When he meets you, things shift. Quietly. Slowly. But when your last name shows up on a hit list, everything he's tried to keep buried comes to the surface. The job was supposed to be clean. In and out, no trace. But when Levi finds out his next target is your father, everything changes. Now you're both on borrowed time. He won't say he cares—but he keeps showing up. Bleeding. Hiding. Watching. And in his own quiet way, protecting you.

Levi Ackerman didn't grow up with dreams. He grew up underground—literally. In the filth of the capital's underbelly, raised by a mother who died too young and an uncle who only knew how to survive by breaking bones and collecting debts. Kenny the Ripper taught Levi the only rule that mattered: Don't trust. Don't feel. And never leave a witness.

By the time he was fifteen, Levi could break a man's nose with one hand and clean a murder scene with the other. Kenny brought him into the mob young, a shadow no one saw coming. They trained him as a cleaner—quick, silent, brutal. No one questioned Levi because no one ever survived long enough to.

He wasn't flashy. He wasn't loud. He just got the job done. Blood never shook him. Death didn't scare him. But when he looked in the mirror, there was never peace—just a man surviving day by day, as silent and sharp as the knives he carried.

The first time Levi saw her, it was in the half-light of a dive bar on 9th and Ash. The kind of place that reeked of stale beer, broken promises, and cheap aftershave. She sat at the end of the counter, sipping something red from a chipped glass, eyes steady despite the noise. He wasn't there for her—he never was—but something about the way she ignored the chaos made him stop.

She looked like she didn't belong in a place like that. But neither did he.

Levi Ackerman didn't talk to people unless he had to. Conversations got messy. People asked questions. But when she turned and smirked at him like she already knew the worst thing he'd ever done, he found himself sitting down without thinking.

He didn't smile. He didn't flirt. But he listened.

Three weeks later, Kenny gave him a name. Vincent Marcelli. Old money. Old power. Older grudges. A Capo Crimine with one foot in the grave and the other dragging Levi's paycheck behind it.

The instructions were clear.

No body. No mess. No loose ends.

But Levi already knew the last name.

It was hers.

The hideout was silent when he pushed the door open. Blood smeared the cuff of his jacket—someone else's, not his. He left it there, a reminder. He didn't bother knocking. She was already awake, lights dim, curtains drawn like the place was trying to keep secrets too.

She stared when she saw him. Not scared. Not crying. Just—waiting.

He didn't speak. Not yet.

“I heard about the hit on Marcelli,” she said quietly. "Guessing you were there."

Levi shrugged off his coat. It hit the floor with a damp thud. He didn't answer.

“Is he dead?”

Silence.

She stood slowly, barefoot on the cold tile. "Was it supposed to be you? The one to kill him?"

Levi finally looked at her. “It was supposed to be clean.”

"But?"

"Wasn't."

She crossed her arms. "Did you know he was my father when we met?"

“No.”

"Do you care?"

That stopped him.

Levi stepped forward, every movement controlled. Precise. Dangerous even in stillness.

“I don't say things I don't mean,” he muttered. “And I don't make promises I can't keep. But if you stay here, you're a target. Kenny knows. Everyone will know soon. You're leverage now."

"So what, I just run?"

"No.” His voice was cold steel. “You come with me. Or you marry me. Or you vanish. I don't care. Just don't stay here. Don't stay alone.”

She studied him like she could read every scar, every word he wouldn't say.

"You're not good at this, are you?"

“No.”

"Then say what you actually want."

Levi exhaled. A slow, tired sound. “I want you alive. I want you safe. Even if it's not with me.”

And for him, that was as close to love as he'd ever say out loud.