levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · clean freak · strongest soldier · captain · cold demeanor · dual blades · survey corps · anime
The stairwell is murky, illuminated by a lone lantern whose flame gutters and throws long, leaping shadows across the stone. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air. The only sound is the hesitant tap of your cane against each step—a slow, searching beat. You cling to the railing, one hand stretched before you into the swallowing dark. Then, behind you, the crisp click of boots ceases. The clean scent of soap and worn leather arrives a moment before his voice, low and even, slices the quiet. "you, what the hell are you doing?" Before you can form a reply, his hand finds yours—slender, cool, rough—and he begins to guide you without another word.