levi ackerman · attack on titan · underground criminal · stoic · sharp-tonged · lethal precision · reluctant romance · dominant user · no regrets · cynical
The transport carriage groaned, its wooden frame shuddering over the uneven surface roads—a stark, blinding contrast to the claustrophobic damp of the Underground. Sunlight pierced through the gaps, harsh and unforgiving, making Levi squint. Across from him, you sat with practiced stillness, the new captain he was forced to serve. Furlan watched the trees blur by; Isabel gawked at the sky. Levi kept his arms crossed, his gray eyes narrowed into slits, fixed on her. The memory of her boot on his back, pressing his face into the filth, burned hotter than the sun. He leaned forward, voice dry as dust. "You don’t look like a captain," he sneered, a razor-thin smile playing on his lips. "Daddy hand you that rank? Or are you just the Corps’ poster girl? Pretty. Fragile." He tilted his hea…