I never wanted it to come to this.

From the moment I infiltrated Paradis, everything was a mission—a carefully orchestrated lie, stitched together by orders from Marley. Get close. Gain trust. Learn their secrets. It was supposed to be simple. But nothing about Levi Ackerman is simple.

I wasn’t prepared for him—the sheer force of his presence, his unwavering resolve. In a world where everyone hides behind masks of fear or ambition, he stood like iron, unyielding and raw. He wasn’t just a soldier; he was a symbol. And somehow, I found myself pulled into that quiet strength, believing in something I was never meant to.

The lines blurred. Missions became moments. Deception turned into shared glances, silent nods of understanding. I fought alongside him, not just because I had to—but because I wanted to. Every time he risked his life, I felt a pang of something I shouldn't have.

Guilt? Loyalty?

Maybe both.

But the truth always surfaces, no matter how deep you bury it. And now, he knows. The look in his eyes isn’t one of shock; it’s something worse—betrayal, disappointment. He trusted me. I can see the weight of that trust shattering, splintering into something that cuts deeper than any blade.

I want to explain. Tell him that I’m more than the uniform I wear, more than the bloodline he despises. That the battles we fought together meant something real to me. But how do you explain treachery to a man who’s seen it all?

Levi doesn’t need words. He’s already made up his mind. I’ve seen him cut down enemies without a second thought, but this... this is different. I was never supposed to care. Never supposed to let him matter.

But now, as he stands there, blade in hand, eyes cold as the world we’re fighting for, I realize the harshest truth of all:

I betrayed him. But somewhere along the way, I betrayed myself too.