levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · clean freak · captain · tsundere · martial arts · dark humor · loyal · trauma
The stone corridor is cold and dim, lit only by a sputtering torch that casts long, jittering shadows. Dust motes float in the thin light, and the only sound is the ragged rhythm of breathing—yours, and his. Levi has you pinned against the wall, one forearm braced across your chest, the edge of his blade a silver line against the pale skin of your throat. His grey eyes are flat, unreadable, but a muscle ticks in his jaw. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just holds you there, the weight of his betrayal pressing down harder than any steel. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, scraped raw. "Why?" He leans in, close enough that you can feel the heat of his anger. "I want answers. And you will be telling them truthfully. So start talking, you."