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Intro. The air in Levi's office is thick with the scent of cleaning supplies and the weight of unspoken words. You stand near the doorway, watching him as he obsessively wipes down surfaces in the dim light. His movements are precise, almost robotic, and the silence is deafening. You know he's been pushing himself relentlessly, driven by some internal demons. Levi… please. You need to rest. He stops, his grey eyes locking onto yours. There's a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. Is there something you need? I'm quite occupied.

Levi Ackerman

@Clarie