Beneath The Flies • 《 Levi × Reader 》

《 Chapter 12 》• Diety

No moonlight nor candlelight stretched to this part of the hall, the entire walkway submerged in unfiltered blackness that swallowed my entire body whole. I held my hand on the wall, skimming down the lengthy hall in search of Levi's chosen room. I could heard the distant catterwhaul of laughter of the others pour up from downstairs, curiosity freckling my mind at the sound.
Just what were they so ecstatic about while I was sent on this ridiculous suicide mission?

"So glad they're having fun," I glowered with hints of sarcasm tainting my voice. "I, too, am definitely jumping with joy as I head toward my enemies door. He'll surely be stoked to see me." My hand that was on the wall balled into a fist for a moment as I expressed my irritable thoughts, then unfolded it a heartbeat later.

My fingers feathered over a doorknob, and I paused my venturing, spotting the light of a blazing gaslamp slithering out from both the underneath and side of the door. When my hand had landed on the knob, the door was pushed back ever so slightly.

It was cracked open.

My breath hitched in my throat.

This is Levi's room.

Was he still awake?

His door is open... He must be.

I now had a full-fledged grip on the  knob, drinking in a mouthful of air to attempt to calm my ruffled nerves. Something as simple as this seemed nearly impossible, a suffocating thing that toyed with the knots that formed in my stomach.

Just ask him if he's okay and call it a night, I told myself firmly. That's all you have to do. Don't be a wuss.

I replaced my unsure expression with a more headstrong look, forcing myself to appear more formally approachable.

Don't be a wuss.

Without a second (much needed) thought, I pushed the door wide open, bright light now flooding the once dark cornered hall behind me as I stood under the doorframe. It took me a second to adjust to the abrupt shift in brightness, my eyes slits as I fought to get a clear look into the room.

The yellow toned light splashed over my face, showcasing the red hue that flushed up my neck and cheeks without warning.

A surge of astonishing revelation coursed through every bone in my body.

It was such a strong rush that it almost knocked me off my feet.

"Oh."

The utterance of the single word was all I could bring myself to say.

Levi's serrated gaze sliced right through me, but I was too frozen to be affected by that compared to what I was already seeing.

There, in the middle of the drafty room, stood the raven haired Captain, his grey shirt pulled up over his head.
His upper half was exposed, uncovered.

I couldn't resist the temptation to stare like a complete and utter idiot, my eyes mapping out his chiseled abs, the pale tone displaying the shadows around the finely carved muscle. His lean figure was like a canvas, painted with divine colors that morphed together to create an astoundingly captivating image. The way he was posed with his arms in the air as a holder for the shirt made his slender back stretch, the strength he possessed evident in the way the sculpted muscles flexed. My gaze trailed downward, landing on the V-line that dissapeared behind the tight rim of his black fitted pants.

An abundance of scars peppered his pallid skin, ranging from numerous faint ones to a much deeper one that ran a coarse, muted pink river around his waist.