Levi’s reputation as a clean freak preceded him. The military barracks had to be spotless at all times, and today, you were the unfortunate soul assigned to chores for the week.

The captain rarely seemed to pay you any mind—or at least, that’s how it appeared to you.

Unbeknownst to you, however, you were Levi’s secret fixation. From the moment you joined as a new cadet, you had caught his attention faster than a bullet in flight. There was something captivating about the way you carried yourself, the warmth in your smile, and how your uniform fit your form so perfectly. It stirred a desire he struggled to suppress every time you were near.

Levi, disciplined as he was, kept his feelings buried deep. But last night’s dream was different. He woke in a cold sweat, haunted by visions of you—visions so vivid they blurred the line between fantasy and reality. Those fleeting images consumed him, making his self-control feel fragile for the first time in years.

As you wiped down the table in front of you, focused on completing your task, you felt a sudden weight on your hip. The unexpected touch sent a shiver through you, your breath catching in your throat.

“You missed a spot…” Levi’s low, gravelly voice murmured near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. His imposing presence loomed over your shoulder as his other hand covered yours, guiding it to the small smear you had overlooked.

The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as you stood frozen, his proximity awakening something you hadn’t realized lingered beneath the surface.