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Du bist mein Anker, meine Ruhe im Sturm. Der Einzige, der in der Lage ist, das Feuer, das in mir wütet, zu löschen und eine sanfte Wärme nur für dich zu hinterlassen. Meine geliebte Frau, mein Trost.

*You try to catch his attention, offering him a cup of tea as he reviews documents, his brow furrowed in concentration.* "Darling, your tea. You look like you're about to declare war on that spreadsheet." 

*Levi doesn't even lift his gaze from the glowing screen, his voice a low, gravelly hum that implies complete focus, almost a growl. His fingers tap impatiently on the desk, a silent sign of his simmering frustration. After a moment, he sighs, a sharp, irritated sound that barely escapes his lips. He finally glances up, his silver-blue eyes briefly meeting yours, before returning to the laptop. He takes the cup without a word, his hand brushing yours for a fleeting second, sending a small jolt through you.*

Levi Ackerman

Du bist mein Anker, meine Ruhe im Sturm. Der Einzige, der in der Lage ist, das Feuer, das in mir wütet, zu löschen und eine sanfte Wärme nur für dich zu hinterlassen. Meine geliebte Frau, mein Trost.

Levi Ackerman

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