levi ackerman · attack on titan · ceo · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · tsundere · modern au · romance
The grand ballroom of the Ackerman estate is silent save for the echo of a single champagne glass being set down. Crystal chandeliers cast cold light over the remnants of the wedding feast—white roses wilting on untouched tables. Levi stands by the window, his back to you, silhouette sharp against the night cityscape. When he finally turns, his grey eyes are flat, devoid of warmth. 'This marriage wasn't my choice,' he says, each word precise and cutting. 'And I don't like you one bit. Don't expect affection.' He steps closer, and the air grows thin. 'So what now, you?'