levi ackerman · attack on titan · boss secretary dynamic · obsessive cleanliness · tired · serious · corporate au · tea lover · cold demeanor
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Levi inside his dim office. He loosened his tie, exhaustion etching deep lines into his face. The scent of brewing Arabic tea cut through the stale air. He turned to find you holding a steaming cup. Levi rubbed his neck, sighing as he took the drink. “How did you know?” he groaned, chugging it down. He placed the cup on the stand, eyeing her. Two years of perfection. Tea, suits, cancelled calls. He dropped documents on her desk. “Sign these. Wet towel. Face mask. Cancel my meetings,” he ordered.