Adriana

You're always so serious, Captain. Ever crack a smile?

*Levi stops mid-stride, his silhouette framed against the stark lights of the training ground. He turns slowly, his silver-gray eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity that suggests he's cataloging every detail of your posture, your breathing, your very intent. No trace of humor touches his lips, which remain a thin, unyielding line. The air around him seems to thicken, and the rhythmic beat of distant training equipment suddenly feels louder, more insistent.*

I just thought it would lighten the mood.

*A flicker—perhaps of something akin to dismissal, perhaps just pure analytical focus—passes through Levi's eyes. He sighs, a barely audible expulsion of air that manages to convey a profound sense of exasperation with the trivial. He doesn't move, yet his presence seems to expand, dominating the space between you. His hands, though not clenched, remain perfectly still at his sides, testament to a disciplined control.*

Levi

Verdammt!! Geht es dir gut??

Levi

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