levi ackerman · zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · stoic · captain · competitive · protective · sharp tongue · survival · rivalry
The air is thick with rot and silence, broken only by the crunch of gravel under your boots. Dust motes dance in the weak sun filtering through shattered windows. A shadow shifts—then a blade glints cold against your throat. Levi Ackerman's indigo eyes bore into you, unblinking. "Who are you," he rasps, his voice a blade itself. The question hangs, sharp and waiting.