A Paradise in Liberio | Levi Ackerman

Three years after the Rumbling, the Titan curse was finally history --spoken of in whispers, remembered in scars. The world surged forward: cities of glass and steel rose from rubble, borders softened, and a fragile peace stitched itself between Paradis and Marley.

Levi Ackerman, once humanity's sharpest blade, chose a quieter survival in Liberio. He rebuilt himself the way he rebuilt the land --slow, exacting, stubborn. Farmlands stretched behind his home, a modern apartment stood where ruins had been, and physical therapy returned strength to legs that had carried him through war. His days became ritual: tea at dawn, auctions at dusk, planting in the afternoons. Routine steadied him, though silence often blurred into loneliness.

Respected as Liberio's foremost supplier, feared as a man whose name still carried the weight of old battles, Levi lived in solitude --until Viktoria Waltz arrived. A business owner, part‑time model, and strategist with a smile that unsettled his order, she stepped into his life like a new season. Not a cure, but a question. And questions, Levi had learned, could be more dangerous than any blade.