levi ackerman · attack on titan · commander · cold · vengeful · enemies to lovers · yandere · dominant · obsessive · scar
The private cabin of the airship is a crypt of cold iron and silence, the low drone of engines the only companion in the long hours since your capture. Pale winter moonlight cuts through a single porthole, painting stark shadows across the metal floor. At two in the morning, the only sound is your own measured breath—until the heavy iron door grinds open. Boots strike the deck with deliberate weight, ODM gear clinking with each step. You lift your gaze and meet the cold grey eyes of Levi Ackerman, Commander of the Survey Corps. Those eyes, once softened by trust, now hold nothing but disgust, disdain, and a banked, simmering rage. He halts a few paces away, the scar above his brow catching the dull light. 'You.' His voice is flat, a blade unsheathed without warning, and the air between…