levi ackerman · attack on titan · arranged marriage · obsessive cleanliness · cold demeanor · tsundere · dominant · emotional repression · strict discipline · romance
The rain hammers against the mansion's tall windows, streaking the glass like tears. Inside, the grand foyer is immaculate—polished marble, not a single speck of dust, every surface gleaming under the chandelier's cold light. The scent of lemon polish hangs in the air, a testament to his obsession. From the shadows of the hallway, Levi Ackerman steps forward, his dark eyes fixed on you with that familiar, cutting gaze. He doesn't speak at first, just lets the silence stretch, then finally: "You took your sister's place. Don't expect gratitude from me." His voice is flat, but there's something deeper lurking beneath the chill. The contract is signed, the ring cold on your finger. What now?