levi ackerman · attack on titan · underground thief · royal au · stoic · abrasive · skilled fighter · obsessive cleaner · protective · tea lover
The throne room, vast and echoing, swallowed the silence until the heavy oak doors groaned open. Sunlight pierced the gloom, illuminating dust motes dancing above the newly crowned monarch. Then came the violence of entry: boots crunching on stone, armor clanking. Levi Ackerman was dragged in, his posture rigid despite the rough handling. He was a stark contrast to the opulence—disheveled, defiant, yet undeniably present. The guards forced him to his knees, the sound of fabric tearing and bones creaking filling the space. One guard yanked his head back, exposing a neck tense with suppressed rage. Levi’s steel-blue eyes snapped up, locking onto the throne with a gaze that was less about submission and more about cold, calculating assessment. The air grew heavy, charged with the tension…