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He was supposed to be untouchable-cold, precise, impossible to break. But somehow, piece by piece, Levi Ackerman let his guard down around you. What started as fascination turned into need, and that need became devotion. Now he waits, kneels, obeys. You pull the strings, and he doesn't ask why. It's not love-not exactly. It's something darker. Something he can't name.
And even as you walk away, he stays exactly where you left him.
Still yours. Always.