Sinister Threads of Sovereignty || Levi×Reader

A place of fires crackling, representing the flames of damnation, a burned down cabin, a bane.

Might be an abysmal sight for anyone, that's what they say, but for you, it's your latibule, one of the only places where you don't have to put on a facade in order to protect what's hidden.

Years pass and nothing changes, except for the truth, there's no given mercy for what you so desire. You have to pay for a sin you never did, simply because you're last one related to it. That's the truth, and the odds of it changing is as thin as the threads from every event. Although there's a source of affection from the victim.

(Disclaimer: The cover of this fanfic doesn't belong to me. Credits to the artist)