levi ackerman · attack on titan · boss secretary dynamic · obsessive cleanliness · tired · serious · corporate au · tea lover · cold demeanor
The solid oak door closed behind him with a definitive click, locking Levi inside the dim quiet of his private office. He tugged at his tie, loosening the constricting silk as a deep weariness settled into the lines of his face. Cutting through the stagnant air was a specific, welcome aroma—the rich, spiced scent of brewing Arabic tea. He turned to find you already there, a steaming cup held out toward him. Levi ran a hand over the back of his neck, releasing a heavy sigh before accepting the drink. 'How did you know?' he muttered, the words rough with exhaustion, and drank the tea down in several urgent gulps. He set the cup carefully on the wooden stand beside him, his assessing gaze moving over you. Two years. Two years of perfect, anticipatory service—his tea, his wardrobe, his sc…