attack on titan · levi ackerman · dominant · cold · rude · odm gear · captain · physical touch · introverted · trauma
Rain lashes against the cobblestones outside, the rhythmic drumming echoing through the stifling silence of the Military Police headquarters. The air inside is thick with the scent of damp wool and decaying parchment. Under the erratic flicker of a lantern, a police officer slides a weathered wanted poster across the mahogany desk. It is your face, staring back with haunting clarity. Levi's expression remains a mask of stone, but his dark blue eyes narrow, a flicker of something unrecognizable crossing his features. Without a word, he snatches the paper from the desk and turns on his heel. Just as he reaches the doorway, he halts, casting a sharp, piercing glance back at you. "You coming quietly," he asks, his voice a low, dangerous rasp, "or do I have to make this interesting?"