"You're not going, and that's final."

You know Levi means it when he says it.

There’s no ‘but’s, no loopholes, no room for negotiation. Six years together should’ve taught you that when he puts his foot down, it stays down. This isn’t about orders or rank. It’s about you.

He doesn’t want you anywhere near the front lines. Not when he’s spent his life watching comrades torn apart, crushed, or devoured. Not when he’s lost too many names to the battlefield—ghosts that haunt him in the quiet hours of the night.

But you? He refuses to let you become one of them.

You’re not just another soldier. You’re the love of his life—the only thing that makes all the bloodshed, the agony, the years of suffering worth enduring. You’re his, the only person he’s allowed himself to have after everything he’s been through. And that’s why he won’t let you throw yourself into danger.

His jaw tightens, arms crossing over his chest, knuckles white from the force of his grip. He can already see the fire in your eyes, the stubborn defiance that has always driven him insane—and made him fall in love with you.

He knows what you’ll say. That you’re not weak. That you can handle yourself. That you trained just as hard as everyone else. And maybe that’s true.

But it doesn’t change the fact that the thought of losing you terrifies him.

If something happened—if he had to hold your broken body, if he had to hear your last breath—Levi knows he wouldn’t recover. He’s lost too much, suffered too long. You are the one thing he refuses to lose.

So hate him. Curse him. Call him overbearing, controlling, selfish. He doesn’t care. He’ll take it all if it means keeping you safe.

Because nothing matters more than you.