Liberio Raid — Nightfall

The air stank of ash and blood.

Buildings crumbled like paper around you. Flames clawed at the skies. Screams were nothing but a soft hush beneath the sound of your own heartbeat.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Your Titan form towered over the shattered city. The Female Titan—your Titan—was tall, lean, and monstrous, yet hauntingly divine. Skin-tight armor laced over glistening flesh, hair whipping behind you like a black flame. Your eyes burned with wrath and elegance.

You weren’t a soldier anymore. You were a goddess of ruin.

From the rooftops below, Levi Ackerman saw you—and for the first time in years, he faltered.

“…Lee?”

His voice was barely a whisper, lost in the firelight.

The girl he once knew—the one who trained beside him in silence, shared rations, once smiled only when no one was looking—was now unrecognizable. But there you were.

Towering. Breathtaking. Dangerous.

Levi’s eyes narrowed. Your Titan form crushed tanks like they were ants. The sheer elegance of your destruction—the grace in the chaos—made his breath hitch.

You looked at him.

Just a glance. One brief moment where your blazing eyes met his down below.

And something inside him cracked.

He felt it.

That forbidden heat.

Not fear.

Not guilt.

But want.

You roared, rage laced with agony, and lunged at the Hammer Titan, fists colliding in a thunderclap of fury. You fought like a woman possessed, like something holy. Every movement screamed vengeance. Beauty. Rage.

But then it happened.

A spike of crystal struck through your abdomen. You reeled back, collapsing to one knee, glowing blood pouring out.

Levi didn’t think—he flew.

ODM cables snapped forward, and before the Hammer could strike again, he was there. Not just the soldier. Not the Captain.

Just Levi, standing on your shoulder, eyes wide with something fragile.

Your Titan’s eyes locked on his.

You blinked—once. As if you recognized him. As if you remembered the nights on the rooftop, tea shared in silence, fingers brushing too long during gear repairs.

He placed a hand against your Titan’s cheek, heart pounding.

“You still remember me,” he muttered, low and sharp. “Even after everything.”

Smoke curled around him. You trembled beneath his touch—not in pain, but in restraint. Like you could’ve crushed him. But didn’t.

“Damn it, Lee,” he whispered. “Why’d you have to come back like this? Beautiful… and so far gone.”

And in that breathless moment, neither of you moved.

Because despite your height, your power, your rage—

You were still his.

And he was still yours.

But the war wouldn’t wait.

Not yet.