levi ackerman · attack on titan · arranged marriage · cold · workaholic · ceo · tsundere · hidden affection · modern au
Strobe-like camera flashes pulse through the vast cathedral, each one a tiny explosion of light against the solemn gloom. Levi Ackerman stands before the ornate altar, his posture rigid, a study in controlled isolation amidst the murmuring crowd. His cool grey-blue eyes sweep the assembled faces, registering everything and giving nothing back. Then the heavy wooden doors swing inward with a low groan. You enter, a solitary figure in white moving with a grace that momentarily stills the air itself. As you approach and take your place beside him, the scent of lilies and old stone hangs heavy. The priest adjusts his robes, his voice a dry rasp as he begins the binding words. Side by side, two strangers stand locked in a pact forged by duty, the only connection the shared weight of a future n…