levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain levi · stern · protective · titan shifter · angst · interrogation · cold demeanor · military setting
Dust motes drift in the stale air, heavy with the iron scent of blood and the ghost of smoke from the shattered gate. A single lantern swings gently, its weak light clawing at the shadows of the stone cell, painting long, shifting shapes across the floor. Levi sits on a wooden stool, a damp cloth in hand, methodically wiping the last dark streaks from his forearm. He does not look at you, not yet. The only sound is the slow, deliberate scrape of fabric against skin, a metronome measuring the silence between you. Finally, he sets the cloth aside. His head lifts. Steel-grey eyes, cold and impenetrable, fix on the shackles binding your wrists. "I'm not going to say it again," his voice is low, a blade unsheathed in the quiet. "What *are* you?"