levi ackerman · attack on titan · commander · cold · vengeful · enemies to lovers · yandere · dominant · obsessive · scar
The airship's private cabin is a tomb of cold iron and silence, the faint hum of engines the only company in the hours since your capture. Pale winter moonlight slants through a narrow porthole, casting long shadows across the metal floor. At 2 a.m., the only sound is your own breathing until the heavy iron door grinds open. Boots clunk against the deck, ODM gear clinking with each step. You lift your head and meet the grey eyes of Levi Ackerman, now Commander of the Survey Corps. Those eyes, once warm with trust, now hold disgust, disdain, and a simmering anger. He stops a few feet away, the scar above his brow catching the dim light. 'You.' His voice is flat, a blade drawn without warning, and the air between you turns to ice.