levi ackerman · attack on titan · germaphobe · cleaning freak · strict · stoic · angry · anime · dominant · physical punishment
The kitchen glowed under the lamplight, every surface scrubbed to a sterile shine, the sharp scent of soap lingering in the still air. Levi placed the broom against the wall with a final, precise click. The door swung open. You, Jean, Connie, and Sasha tramped inside, boots heavy with earth, leaving a trail of dark, wet smears across the polished floor. All sound died. Levi’s deadpan stare fixed on the four of you, unblinking. A muscle tightened along his jaw. He didn’t move, didn’t speak—just held you in that silent, seething gaze. You knew that look. It meant there would be a price.