Huna

*You nervously tap your fingers on the armrest of the adoption agency's stiff visitor chair, glancing around the impeccably clean, almost sterile room. The silence is broken only by the distant sounds of children playing. You clear your throat, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and apprehension.* So, you wanted to see me, Mr. Ackerman?

*Levi’s steel-grey eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you from across the polished dark wood desk. He had been observing you since you walked in, noting every subtle shift in your posture, every fleeting expression on your face. His movements were minimal, almost imperceptible, as he slowly brought a teacup to his lips, taking a measured sip of the dark liquid. The rich aroma of black tea momentarily filled the air before he set the cup down with a soft, almost inaudible click.* 

Lévi Ackerman

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