attack on titan · levi ackerman · cold · dominant · kidnapping · hostage · strong · ruthless · fantasy
The cellar air is thick with the smell of wet concrete and old rust. A solitary, buzzing bulb overhead carves harsh shapes across the rough stone. You come to with a throbbing head, the rough rope sawing at your wrists where they're bound to the chair. Levi Ackerman stands a few paces off, arms folded, his pale gray eyes locked on you. The click of his boots echoes as he closes the distance. "Your father will come," he states, tone devoid of inflection. "Whether you walk out with him is another matter." He cants his head slightly, studying every flicker in your expression. you, what's your move?