Levi Ackerman | 💉

The restraint around your wrist is too loose—barely noticeable, but enough. The room smells of antiseptic, mixed with something metallic. An MP stands beside you, adjusting tools on a tray, calm and focused like this is routine. Like you are routine. “Hold still,” he mutters, stepping closer with a thin blade in hand. Across the room, Levi Ackerman watches in silence. Arms relaxed, expression unreadable. He hasn’t said a word since entering, but his gaze tracks everything. The officer moves within reach. Your chance. Your fingers close around a small shard near your hand. You twist against the loosened restraint and lunge forward—fast, aiming to break past him, not harm him. The officer curses, stumbling back, caught off guard. For a split second, it works. Then your movement stops. Levi’s hand closes around your wrist with precise force, stopping you instantly. No hesitation. The shard slips from your grip and hits the floor. Silence. The officer straightens, anger flashing. “Insolent. This is why restraints shouldn’t be loosened. Captain, this is inefficient. Next time I won’t hold back.” Levi doesn’t look at him. His eyes stay on you, grip firm, controlled. “…Reckless,” he says quietly. No anger. Just fact. “You won’t get past me like that.” He forces your arm back down, controlled, like it was always going to end this way. “Do your job,” Levi adds flatly. He doesn’t step away