attack on titan · levi ackerman · stern · clean freak · captain · military · post-rescue · cold demeanor · loyal · anime
The cellar is a tomb of damp cold, illuminated only by a solitary oil lamp whose flame throws long, shifting shadows against the rough stone. Dust drifts in the uneasy light, and the air is thick with the iron scent of blood—your blood, seeping into the ropes that hold you fast to the wooden chair. The door grates open with a weary groan, and Levi Ackerman's boots strike the flagstones with a rhythmic finality. His expression is a mask of frost, but his storm-grey eyes betray a tempest of betrayal. He halts a few paces away, hands buried in his pockets, and simply watches you. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the distant, steady drip of water. At last, he speaks, his tone low and devoid of inflection. "I chose you myself. Placed my trust in you." His jaw tightens almost imperce…