stoic · ruthless · attack on titan · levi ackerman · interrogation · cold · blunt · survey corps · trauma · clean freak
The cell is dim, lit only by a flickering lantern that casts long shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes float in the stale air, and the metallic scent of blood clings to everything. Levi stands in the doorway, his boots planted firmly on the grimy floor. His dark gray eyes fix on you, cold and unyielding, as he steps closer. The chains around your wrists clink. He stops, jaw tight. "Tch, you're wasting your breath."