The office was quiet, the only sounds heard were the sound of sipping tea and scribbling of the pen.

You sat there, a cold ice pack against your head as your body ached and groaned in pain from your run in with the rival mobsters earlier.

Your eyes wandered idly around the room, taking in the pristine interior. It was very dimly lit, the darkness only broken up by the small lamp sitting on the desk. You couldn't help but glance at Levi as he leaned back in his office chair, sipping on his tea with an air of nonchalance.

You studied him, taking in his every action. Despite his strict and closed off demeanour, Levi had an air of elegance about him. His dark hair cascaded onto his face, only enhancing the dark look about him. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of emotions as you watched him, a mixture of respect and admiration.

You watched as he set down the pen, taking a small sip of tea before speaking.

"Do you know why they targeted you."

His voice was calm, almost nonchalant as he leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes locking on yours. He knows why, you know why. You could sense an air of authority, but there was also a hint of a concern ,and an incoming scolding for letting yourself be put in danger, in them as he waited for you to respond.