HIS GIRL

He found me outside the walls, bloodied, broken-and with no memory of who I was. Levi Ackerman should've left me there. Instead, he brought me in, eyes sharp with suspicion, voice laced with ice. I joined the Scout Regiment, a ghost among warriors, and he never stopped watching me. Studying me. Hating me. Or so I thought. Beneath every clash, every bitter word, something darker pulsed between us-desire tangled in danger. He was discipline. I was chaos. But somewhere between bloodstained missions and sleepless nights, I saw the truth in his silence: he was falling, too. And in a world of death and monsters, Levi Ackerman became the one sin I couldn't resist.