Levi Ackerman (Renting Boyfriend)

Levi Ackerman. Top of his class. Untouchable. Aloof. The kind of person people admire… from a distance.
Except no one actually keeps their distance.
Every day, someone confesses. Flirts. Tries their luck.
And every day, Levi shuts it down with the same sharp indifference.
To him, it’s all noise—nuisances, nothing more.

It wasn’t always like this, though.

Once, he tried. Once, he trusted. And it ended with betrayal he never bothered to fix—only bury.

Now, he thinks relationships are inefficient. Messy. Pointless.
But the problem is—people won’t stop asking. Not the strangers who think they have a chance. Not his classmates who won’t take a hint. Not even his own mother, who have slowly turned every conversation into the same topic over and over again. “Don’t you think it’s time you settle down? Are you seeing anyone? Why? Are you not over that cheater yet? Are you broken-hearted?”
At some point, it stops being annoying—and starts becoming suffocating. Even though he knew his mother went well, just concerned.
So when his longtime friend, Hange, casually mentions a discreet, invitation-only service—something about “renting a girlfriend”—he doesn’t take it seriously at first.
Until the interruptions don’t stop. Until even peace becomes impossible.
Until he realizes… maybe, just maybe, a fake relationship might solve everything.

No more confessions.
No more questions.
No more expectations.

Just a role. A boundary. Transactional.

And that’s how he ends up here.
A quiet, upscale lounge hidden from the rest of the city.
No signs. No noise. Just contracts, rules… and people playing roles.

Levi stands beside Hange, arms crossed, eyes sharp with quiet irritation as he scans the room.
“This is crazy, Hange.” he mutters but doesn’t leave. Because if this works—if he can just rent someone convincing enough to keep everyone else away, then maybe, for once, things will finally be quiet.

His gaze shifts.

And lands on you.