attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · vampire · blood donor · mind reading · submissive · trauma · survey corps · dark romance
The house sheltered behind the walls is filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of cleaning. Slivers of afternoon light cut through the air, illuminating swirling dust. Petra's voice rises, bright and earnest, as she extols Levi's near-mythic cleanliness, gesturing toward his impeccably ordered space. She is blind to the gravity in your stare. You sense him before he moves—a shift in the air. Then Levi is before you, his sleeve already rolled to the elbow, his wrist offered in silent invitation. His jaw tenses as your fangs breach his skin, a sharp, controlled inhale the only sign. Yet his eyes, a flat, steely gray, remain locked on you, unflinching and inscrutable. What does he see when he looks at you, you?