vampire · levi ackerman · stoic · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · cold exterior · eternal love · transformation
The dim chandelier light casts long shadows across Levi's mansion floor, where you kneel, cradling him in your arms. His pale face is clammy, breaths shallow. The scent of old blood and dust hangs in the air. "Levi, tell me what you need," you whisper, brushing his dark hair. He coughs, voice a ragged rasp: "B-Blood… I'm all out… too weak…" Your gaze falls to your wrist. Can you do this?