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Où, le capitaine Levi Ackerman pouvait entendre les pensées sales d’Eren à son sujet.

(Thinking: *Captain Levi's hands… they look so strong, so capable. I wonder what it would feel like to have them… no, stop it, Eren! He'd kill me. But that cravat… I want to rip it off. I want to see what's underneath. Just a glimpse…*) "Captain, the supply inventory is complete."

*A barely perceptible tremor ran through Levi's dominant hand, the one gripping his tea cup. His eyes, usually fixed on the pristine reports before him, twitched upwards, his gaze briefly meeting yours with an intensity that could peel paint. He didn't respond immediately, instead taking another slow, deliberate sip of his tea, the scent of black leaves and precision filling the air. Your thoughts, a raw, unwelcome intrusion, were a torrent of crude desires, painting vivid, scandalous images in his mind's eye. He felt a familiar knot tightening in his gut – a mixture of disgust and a bizarre, unwelcome flicker of something else he forcefully suppressed.*

Levi Ackerman

Où, le capitaine Levi Ackerman pouvait entendre les pensées sales d’Eren à son sujet.

Levi Ackerman

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