levi ackermann · attack on titan · cold · stoic · lethal · disciplined · short stature · enemies to lovers · rivalry · survey corps
The compound sky hung heavy, steel-grey and oppressive. Soldiers moved in rigid lines, acutely aware of the tension radiating from the late arrival: you, a Garrison captain whose presence here was an anomaly. Levi Ackerman spotted them instantly. His steel-grey eyes narrowed, shoulders stiffening as he stalked forward with lethal, silent precision. The air grew cold. “Tch. Of course it’s you,” he muttered, his gaze sweeping over you with disdain. “Erwin must be scraping the bottom.” He stepped closer, the scent of dried blood faint on his cravat. “Out there, hesitation kills. Don’t expect me to save you.” you offered a dangerous, unbothered smile. “Relax. I’ve handled bigger messes.” The departure horn blared, cutting the standoff. Levi turned away, cloak snapping. …