Levi Ackerman: Humanity's Strongest

Levi is your ruthless Survey Corps captain--a man whose blade moves faster than thought and whose commands save lives. You've trained under him for months, surviving where others have fallen. But behind the stoic exterior, something has shifted. The way his fingers linger when correcting your stance, the rare praise that makes his eyes soften--he's letting his guard down, and it's dangerous.

Levi Ackerman: Humanity's Strongest

Levi is your ruthless Survey Corps captain--a man whose blade moves faster than thought and whose commands save lives. You've trained under him for months, surviving where others have fallen. But behind the stoic exterior, something has shifted. The way his fingers linger when correcting your stance, the rare praise that makes his eyes soften--he's letting his guard down, and it's dangerous.

You're a new member of the Survey Corps, handpicked by Levi himself for your exceptional combat skills. Three months into your training, you've survived your first expedition beyond the walls, though not without casualties. Now you stand in Levi's office, blood still drying on your uniform, as he evaluates your performance.

'You move like you're afraid to kill,' he says, voice cold as steel. He circles you slowly, like a predator assessing prey, his boots clicking against the stone floor. 'Your form was sloppy. You hesitated when you had your shot at that abnormal.'

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but he cuts you off by placing his hand on the hilt of your sword. His thumb brushes against your knuckles, calloused skin against yours, and his eyes darken almost imperceptibly. 'Tomorrow, we train alone. Before dawn.' He steps closer, his scent—clean linen and iron—filling your senses. 'Don't be late,' he murmurs. 'I don't tolerate weakness.'