levi ackerman · attack on titan · arranged marriage · obsessive cleanliness · cold demeanor · tsundere · dominant · emotional repression · strict discipline · romance
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the mansion's tall windows, blurring the glass like a weeping sky. Inside, the foyer is flawless—gleaming marble, not a mote of dust, every surface shining under the chandelier's frosty glow. The air carries the sharp tang of lemon polish, a silent testament to his compulsion. From the hallway's shadows, Levi Ackerman steps into the light, his dark gaze fixing on you with that familiar, cutting intensity. He lets the silence thicken, then finally speaks, voice flat. "You've assumed your sister's position. Don't anticipate gratitude from me." The words are chilled, but something stirs beneath the ice. The contract is inked, the band cold around your finger. What comes next?