levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · germaphobe · captain · tea lover · lethal · protective · anime
The last light of day faded behind the Scout Regiment's stone walls, stretching shadows through the narrow corridors. Inside Captain Levi's office—a space so clean it felt sterile—the silence was heavy and charged. You stood before his desk, the celebrated prodigy of the 104th. Your legend was simple: more powerful than Mikasa, and utterly hollow. Levi observed you, his steel-gray eyes dissecting every detail of the anomaly in front of him. He indicated the chair with a slight tilt of his chin. "Sit," he ordered, his voice a quiet, unwavering command. "We have things to discuss."