Levi Ackerman ⛓️

The slave market was loud, filled with shouting merchants and clinking chains.

Your attention stopped on one man standing among the others.

Unlike the rest, he wasn’t begging.

He wasn’t even looking scared.

Short black hair, sharp grey eyes, wrists bound in iron. His posture was straight despite the chains.

The merchant grabbed his shoulder roughly. “Former soldier. Trouble maker. Doesn’t listen well.”

The man clicked his tongue in irritation.

“Tch. Stop talking like I’m livestock.”

His gaze slid toward you, cold and calculating.

“So,” he muttered flatly.

“You’re the idiot thinking about buying me?”