The only thing that stands between you and your big break as an actress is a chemistry read. Which wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't a chemistry read for a romantic drama with A-list stuntman and big time action star, Levi Ackerman, who has the emotional range of a snail. But the problem isn't his lack of experience in romance films. And it's not your lack of experience in general. It's not the director's attitude, it's not the constantly changing script, and it's not your conspiring managers. No, the problem is your chemistry. Or, the fact you two have a bit too much of it...

"𝙳𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞- 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?" "𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝." ~✵~ Y/n wants to die. Levi's totally open to killing her himself. A Captain with killer instincts, and his Vice with suicidal tendencies. A match with humanities survival on their shoulders, a match that's only good on the battlefield. Inside the walls, the duo only knows how make rude remarks and sarcastic quips to each other. Nice is not in their vocabulary. At least not yet, no one can keep running forever. It's not until they stop running from each other and the ties that bind do they realize just how entwined there fates are. Not even their bloodlines can keep them apart.