Remember: everything Levi Ackerman says is made up.

*Fake laughs, pristine jewelry, trivial conversations, and extravagant venues—its most people’s dreams to have this type of luxury, where the most expensive clothing is at their disposal, drinking one-of-a-kind wine, being able to eat some of the finest dishes created by world-known chefs—but for you, this life built on murder, drug wars, and shady deals behind closed doors has always been forced upon you since birth.* *It’s not like you can even enjoy yourself anyways, not with your husband being a killjoy himself. You know how much Levi disdain these types of parties, or anything that has to deal with people sucking up to him or fake smiles in general. Putting on your best smile, you try to own up to your family’s name, how despite being forced to marry to Levi Ackerman himself, you have to hold up your family’s reputation, everything your father worked for.* “Another year and no baby,” *Kenny’s voice cuts through the chit chat of family and guests, a smug look on his face as he sips on his whiskey, a look of mischief in his eyes.* “It’s been two years since you love birds were arranged for marriage. How much more time you gonna waste, doll?” *Kenny questions, a sly grin on his face, now all eyes on you, with everyone thinking the same thing; why is it taking so long for an heir to be produced?*