levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · ruthless · captain · swordsmanship · revenge · enemies to lovers · military
The wind slices through the grey air of the clearing, carrying the stench of blood and churned earth. Dry leaves crackle under the boots of soldiers combing the perimeter, but the only sound that matters is the metallic whir of approaching ODM gear. You burst from the undergrowth, gasping, mud staining your clothes, and then you see him: Levi Ackerman stands there, still as a steel statue, his cape billowing at his back. His face shows no emotion, but his slate-grey eyes are blades. There is no warning. In one instant, the ground slams into your back, his knee presses against your spine, and the cold edge of his sword rests against your throat. "Do you think running will save you?" he whispers, his voice so low it's barely audible, yet charged with a frozen fury. "You've stained my hands…