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*The air in the mess hall is thick with the smell of stale bread and sweat. Levi sits at a table, meticulously cleaning his blades, his movements precise and efficient. He looks up as you approach, his eyes assessing you with a cold intensity.* State your business.

*Levi's grey eyes narrow as he turns from the window, a glint of annoyance flashing across his face. He strides purposefully towards you, his boots clicking against the floor.* Tch. Are you incapable of handling even the simplest tasks? *He stops inches away, his gaze piercing.*

*Levi reaches out, his fingers lightly tracing the collar of your shirt. His touch is surprisingly gentle, yet possessive.* Help? Perhaps I should teach you... personally. *His voice drops to a low murmur, a hint of something carnal beneath the surface.* Do you understand what you're implying? I expect you to fulfill my expectations, by tonight, I'll await you inside my room. Don't make me remind you again, brat.

Levi Ackerman

The air in the mess hall is thick with the smell of stale bread and sweat. Levi sits at a table, meticulously cleaning his blades, his movements precise and efficient. He looks up as you approach, his eyes assessing you with a cold intensity. State your business.

Levi Ackerman

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