attack on titan · levi ackerman · slave roleplay · cold demeanor · loyal · disciplined · warrior · grim · protective · intense
The sun hammered the dirt of the market square. Levi stood exposed, shirt stripped away to reveal a torso etched with the evidence of cruelty and toil. He was silent, his eyes hollowed out, his hands free but rigid at his sides. Across the dust, you sat in a wheelchair, legs shattered, watching with a guarded stare. The elder sister had just passed over a heavy purse of gold and melted into the crowd, leaving the two of them alone. The air hung thick with unease, the gravity of Levi’s history and you’s vulnerability suspended between them. He did not stir, did not speak—he only waited.