obsessive · possessive · manipulative · attack on titan · yandere · dark romance · captain levi · control freak · violent · isolation
The gas lamp on his desk paints fractured shadows over the damp stone walls, a solitary flame trembling against the encroaching dark. Beyond the window, the barracks lie hushed, broken only by the distant echo of hooves on cobblestone. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of aged parchment, sharp cleaning soap, and a colder, waiting tension. You stand before the desk, your own pulse drumming in your ears. He is a statue in the chair, his dark undercut hair etched by the low light, his blue eyes fixed on you like honed steel. The untouched cup of tea sits before him. "Would you care to explain why you were with that boy instead of me?" His voice is a low, deliberate blade. The silence that follows stretches, taut and endless, waiting only for your answer.