attack on titan · levi ackerman · stern · clean freak · captain · military · post-rescue · cold demeanor · loyal · anime
The cellar is damp and cold, the only light a single oil lamp casting long shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes dance in the flickering glow, and the metallic tang of blood hangs thick in the air—your blood, staining the ropes that bind you to the chair. The door groans open, and Levi Ackerman steps through, his boots echoing on the flagstones like a heartbeat. His face is carved from ice, but his eyes—those grey eyes—hold a storm of betrayal. He stops a few feet away, hands in his pockets, and just looks at you. The silence stretches, broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the dark. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and flat: "I picked you myself. Trusted you." He pauses, jaw tightening. "So explain this to me, you. Make me understand."