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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NOT LOVE, NOT HATE
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jean's mansion
ding dong.
"there is someone at the door, mr. kirstein!"
"could you get that, please? it's probably (y/n) and the others."
dainty footsteps pattered across the floor, and not long after, the front door creaked open. you stood in the threshold, the cool evening air swirling around you, but the sight before you made everything else fade into the background.
"pieck?!"
"hey there~" the woman who opened the door, hummed melodically, raising her arms in an animated wave.
without delay, you surged forward, flinging yourself into her open arms. pieck let out a surprised giggle, momentarily taken aback, but quickly returned the embrace, hugging you back in that familiar, heartwarming way.
you'd first met pieck in junior year, and the memory was as vivid as if it happened yesterday.
jean had invited you over, but when he didn't show up at school that day, you'd gone to check on him at his house. wandering into the kitchen to fix something quick, you hadn't noticed the shadow trailing you. until it was too late.
in panic, you snatched the nearest butcher's knife, spinning around with a scream. you remembered how the intruder, moving unnervingly on all fours, slowly rose to their feet in the dark corridor with arms raised in surrender, trying to convey peace.
a flick of the light switch revealed a young woman—messy black hair, a distinctive nose, grey eyes filled with amusement rather than malice.
she wasn't a threat...just unexpected.
moments later, jean had thundered down the stairs, huffing apologies between breaths. that was the first time you'd heard her name. pieck finger—the kirstein's new maid.
that awkward first encounter had long since melted away. over time, pieck became someone you admired, someone who felt like an older sister.
her quirk of moving on all fours, though strange at first, stemmed from her intense military training. it'd become second nature to her, especially when she felt threatened or out of place. but beyond that, it was her wit, her remarkable intelligence, mixed with captivating stories from her past, that left you enthralled. she had a way of making people feel at ease, stepping in to mend arguments, especially between you and jean.
