𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 || 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟎 : 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥

Ryan's words echoed in my mind like a haunting revelation. Levi, the rude stranger I had clashed with in that dimly lit bar, the one who had guided my trembling hands to master the steady aim of a gun, was a criminal.

My mind reeled as fragmented memories of our encounter flashed before my eyes: the piercing gaze, the sharp jawline, the effortless confidence that had both intimidated and intrigued me. The same hands that had patiently taught me the art of marksmanship were allegedly stained with countless bloodbaths.

I hesitated, walking towards the gate. Ryan's convincing efforts had won me over, and I'd agreed to befriend Hange for his sake.

I stood before the grandiose manor of Hange and Levi, its imposing gate looming like a sentinel, casting long shadows in the fading light of day. The ornate ironwork seemed to twist and writhe like living vines, its intricate patterns glinting with a subtle menace. As I approached, a stern-faced guard stepped forward, his eyes narrowing beneath the brim of his cap.

"You can't go in." he barked, his voice firm but polished, a subtle hint of curiosity beneath the surface.

I hesitated, taken aback by the sudden outburst. "I'm here to see Hange," I replied, trying to sound confident.

The guard's expression turned skeptical. "Do you have an appointment or invitation?" he asked, his tone dripping with doubt.

I shook my head, the guard's gaze turned cold, his stance unwavering. "I'm afraid you'll have to leave," he said, his hand resting on the gate, a subtle but unmistakable warning.

I stood there, the mansion's facade seemed to loom over me, its windows like empty eyes, watching my every move. The air was heavy with the scent of privilege and exclusivity, and I felt like an outsider, a trespasser on sacred ground.

"At least, ask hange about me."

"What's your name?"

"(y/n)."

The guard's voice crackles through the radio, "This is Guard 17. I have a (y/n) at the gate requesting to see Hange Sama. Is Hange Sama expecting her?"

There's a pause, and then a voice responds through the radio, "Guard 17, this is Hange. Let her in and don't you ever stop her at the gate again, she's my friend."

"Understood," the guard nods and steps aside, allowing me to pass. "Alright, (y/n). You can go in."

I strolled up the winding driveway, the crunch of gravel beneath my feet served as a soothing serenade, accompanied by the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. Upon reaching the entrance, I pushed open the majestic wooden doors and stepped into the lavish foyer.

Suddenly, a warm smile radiated from across the room. Hange approached me with an air of genuine interest. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, "Hey,  (y/n)!"

As we exchanged politeness, Hange's inquiry turned to the purpose of my visit, her words flowing effortlessly: "What brings you here?"

"Hange, I need to speak with you and Levi," I said, my voice low and deliberate.

Hange's eyes narrowed slightly, concern etched on her face. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her tone measured.

I nodded reassuringly. "Yes, everything's fine, but it's important."

Hange's gaze lingered, searching for reassurance. "Levi's not here," she said finally. "He has gone out for a meeting and won't return for a couple of hours but you can tell me."