𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
in a desperate attempt to get away from your obsessive ex-boyfriend, you strike an unlikely deal with student council president levi ackerman. known for his cold and untouchable aura, he's a man rumo...
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THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS
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levi's penthouse
as december funnelled faster toward christmas eve, a new thrill settled in your bones.
this year would be different. rather than spending the holidays at sasha's, staring at frost-caked windows and binge-watching christmas movies, you'd been invited to a special gathering by eren and erwin—a celebration in honour of levi's upcoming birthday. since it fell on christmas day and the president was notorious for despising grand celebrations or surprises, the plan was simple: an intimate evening out for drinks with the people closest to him.
and somehow, levi had unwittingly let petra rope herself into the most formidable task of all: finding a suitable attire for the birthday boy.
she rummaged through his closet, her hands pausing amidst the identical rows of black suits when she found one that seemed promising.
"what about this one?"
levi, reclined indifferently on the edge of his bed, legs crossed and attention shackled to the glow of his phone, offered the garment nothing more than a sidelong glance.
"that's my school uniform," he deadpanned.
petra squinted, noticing the embroidered wings of freedom emblem on the jacket."oh. my bad." she wrinkled her nose and shoved it back."you only have black suits, and they all look the same..."
"check the other side."
content with letting his redhead friend steer the sea of monochromatic options, the president returned to his prior engagement.
"there! this looks good. is it tailored?"
silence.
catching onto levi's suspiciously fierce concentration, petra's spine pricked with curiosity. she crept closer, catching the faintest blush adorning his face while his thumb hovered over a picture. an instagram post of a girl in a bikini, to be precise.
realising what—or rather, who—had him so preoccupied, petra couldn't resist a playful jab.
"l-e-v-i! are you admiring pictures of (y/n) again?"
