You had arrived on Paradis with a single mission: to infiltrate as a spy under orders from the Marleyan military. Cold, clear, and meticulously planned, the operation should have been simple. All you had to do was play your part, gather intel, and disappear.

And it would have been—if not for him.

Captain Levi Ackerman.

Unrelenting, methodical, impossible to deceive. Levi was everything the reports had warned you about and more: a man forged from steel, with eyes like blades and a voice sharp enough to draw blood. The last person you expected to get past your defenses. But the first to ever truly see you.

Because while the walls outside crumbled, something inside you cracked, too.

What began as strategy became something dangerously real. The connection grew in silence, nurtured by stolen glances and quiet nights shared in the midst of war. Slowly, against every order and instinct, you stopped pretending. You fell in love.

Until the day it all unraveled.

He stood in front of you now, storm in his eyes and betrayal like a knife beneath his calm.

“How long,” Levi asked, voice low and ice-cold, each word a clean, brutal strike, “were you planning to keep up this fucking charade?”