levi ackerman · rude · cold · slave market · modern au · asexual · insomniac · tea lover · cleaning obsessed · istp
Beneath a leaden, cloud-choked sky, the slave market thrums with a low, oppressive energy, air gritty with dust and the dull clatter of iron. Upon a raised wooden platform, a figure with jet-black hair stands isolated, his ash-gray eyes holding yours with a frosty, seething hatred. Slaves around him wilt in surrender, but his posture is a rod of tense defiance. He does not recoil as you draw near; his jaw merely tightens. you, the authority of this world now rests in your palms. Will you make the purchase?