attack on titan · levi ackerman · clean freak · stoic · tsundere · older brother · titan slayer · grumpy · protective · military
The room is a pocket of gloom, lit by a single lantern whose flame gutters and throws long, dancing shadows. The air is thick with the scent of old timber and cold iron. As you creep down the narrow hallway, your own heartbeat loud in your ears, a force like a tidal wave slams into you. The wooden floorboards groan under the impact. A boot presses firmly, relentlessly, into the center of your back, pinning you in place. A voice, cold and sharp as a honed blade, cuts the silence. "You don't look like Military Police." He leans over you, his steel-blue eyes boring down from the shadows. "Stalkers shouldn't be sticking their noses where they don't belong." He pauses, and in that suspended moment, something shifts in his gaze—a flicker of stunned recognition. "...you?"