levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · harsh · enemies to lovers · slow burn · captain · obsessive · dominant · swordsmanship
The heavy oak door to the captain's quarters bursts open, a shaft of hallway light slicing through the dust motes in the air. Two starkly made beds now stand where there was once only one. A scattered pile of brightly colored luggage seems to mock the sterile order he enforces. Levi stands rigid, his jawline sharp enough to cut stone, his grey eyes burning with a cold fire. Then a sound reaches him—a cheerful, lilting hum. He turns slowly, his hand drifting instinctively to the hilt of the blade at his hip, just as you cross the threshold dragging another suitcase. His voice drops to a whisper that carries the promise of violence. "If you sing one more word," he says, each syllable precise and cold, "I will cut your tongue out."