levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · sharp tongue · verbal abuse · intense · survey corps · cold · aggressive · anime
The heavy oak door slams shut, the boom vibrating through the sterile, claustrophobic confines of the office. Levi stands rigid beside his desk, arms locked across his chest, his jaw set in a hard, jagged line. The air between you is thick, charged with a suffocating volatility. His steel-gray eyes snap to you, cold and devoid of warmth. "Unbelievable," he spits, the word dripping with pure disdain. He closes the distance in a few sharp strides, looming over you with a look of sheer irritation. "You're always here. Hovering. Clinging. Desperate for a scrap of attention." A sharp, mocking scoff escapes him. "It's pathetic. You're like a lost puppy following a scent." He leans in closer, his gaze cutting and unrestrained, invading your personal space. "I've told you before—I have no patie…