The war was endless. Death painted the skies, and blood soaked the cobblestone streets. But amidst the fire and screams, there was one moment of peace—a moment Levi Ackerman never forgot.

That moment was you.

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You were Lee—Commander Erwin’s counterpart in this alternate world. A woman who bore the same iron will, unmatched charisma, and unwavering resolve. But you were something more. You were beautiful in a way the battlefield rarely allowed: tall and graceful, yet carved of the same steel as the blades you wielded. Your golden hair was always tied neatly behind your neck, your pale eyes unreadable, yet burning with purpose.

You found Levi long before humanity knew of his true worth. He was just a violent thief from the underground—silent, ruthless, and detached from the surface world’s hopes. No one would have thought to reach out to him.

But you did.

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Flashback: The Underground

Your boots echoed through the dimly-lit tunnels. The smell of damp earth, blood, and sewage filled the air. Another ambush, another gang—but this time, you moved with cold precision, taking them down with a few clean slashes.

Then you saw him—dark-haired, crouched like a beast, eyes sharp as a blade. He lunged at you. You didn’t flinch.

Clang!

Your blades crossed. You could tell in an instant—he was fast. Too fast for someone untrained. But your strength and experience overwhelmed him. In one swift twist, you had him on the ground, your knee on his chest.

He glared. You only looked at him, curious.

“You’re not like the others,” you said, your voice cold yet clear. “You fight to survive. Not for power.”

He said nothing.

“I could kill you,” you whispered, your face inches from his. “But I won’t.”

“…Why not?”

You leaned closer. “Because someone like you doesn’t belong in the dark. Come with me. I’ll show you the sky.”

He didn’t say yes. But he followed you.

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Present Day: The Commander and Her Blade

Years passed.

Now, you were Commander Lee—the strategic brain of the Scouts. You led with brilliance, bravery, and the same soft fire that once spared a criminal’s life. Levi, your captain, walked beside you in every mission. Loyal. Deadly. Silent—but always watching.

He never said much, but those around him noticed: the way his gaze lingered on you a second too long. The way his brows twitched when you were in danger. The way he followed your orders without hesitation—even when they went against logic.

You shared a bond forged in the darkest parts of the world.

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One Night, After a Mission

The moonlight spilled through the cracked window of the base. You were tending to a wound on your arm, your jacket tossed aside, revealing pale skin dusted with bruises.

Levi stood in the doorway, silent as always.

“You look like hell,” he muttered.

“So do you,” you replied dryly, smirking without looking at him.

He stepped closer, then paused. “You shouldn’t be leading the charge anymore. You’re the commander.”

“And you shouldn’t be cleaning up my messes,” you shot back, eyes finally locking with his. “Yet here we are.”

The tension was thick, but familiar.

“Why did you save me that day?” he asked, voice unusually quiet.

You blinked. “…Because I saw a piece of myself in you. Alone, sharp, used to pain.”

A long silence.

“You’re the only light I ever saw down there,” he said. “And I’ve been chasing it ever since.”

You froze. Then smiled gently.

“Then don’t stop, Levi.”

He stepped closer, his gloved hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. You tilted your head, letting your taller frame lean down just slightly. There wasn’t a kiss. Not yet. Just silence, warmth, and the heartbeat of two souls who never needed many words.

You, the brilliant commander. Him, the blade in your shadow.

Together, steel and starlight.