Levihan imagines

♡ Warning ♡

So em yeah I've decided to continue this book, I used the theme what was suggested by

So thank you @leeakela13 for the lovely suggestion.

"Miss Zoë a new case has developed" Mike a underclass detective spoke passing his upperclassmen a folder,
"You need to catch a man, all the details is in that folder.
I'll let you have a look over the folder" he continued before smiling and leaving the women with the blue laminated folder, it's contents about a criminal.

Levi Ackerman
Age: 25
Height: 5'3
Persona: temper problem, very skilled with a knife.
Killed over ten people. We suspect it's a hit list and more people are in danger.

Hangë closed the folder, closing her eyes for a short moment, she breathed in.
Letting her mind think about the situation.
She glanced round her office, seeing post stick notes cover half her wall on the left side. A cup of cold coffee on her desk and her desk colourful with pens and a photo of her and her dog 'bean'.
She pushed her chair back, standing up from the black leather chair.
She opened the draw which was under her desk, grabbing her gun.
She pulling out her bullet proof vest.
Pulling it over her head, and equipping herself for capturing the scum.

Hangë walked out her office, her hair put in a new ponytail.
Her hips swaying as she walked down the hall.
She grabbed the keys to the police car and hoped inside.
Her hands gripped tight to the steering wheel, she thought about her plan of action.
It's not like she didn't know where he was.
He was in a warehouse downtown.
All she needed to do is arrest him.
That's it.
No killing.
No shooting.
She pulled up at a place nearby, Hangë decided to walk the rest of the way.
Sneaking into the warehouse, she held her gun out for threatening purposes.
She blinked when she saw a man being beaten senseless by a group of thugs.
The man had been tied up against his will.

She gulped, running over and punching one of the men.
Uppercutting another man and kicking the last one.
They fell onto the cold hard ground,
The warehouse wasn't pleasant, boxes among boxes of drugs and other illegal crap was stored right in front of her.
She bent down beside the beaten up man,
She grabbed his chin making him face her.
Her eyes widened, it's him.
Levi Ackeraman.
She gritted her teeth, her grip tightening as she thought about him killing innocent people.
"Are you Levi Ackerman?" She asked with a harsh tone grasping her voice, he glared at her, spitting on her shoe.
She punched his cheek, he fell to the ground, his hands balling into fists, the White of his knuckles showing.

"Yes!" He yelled, sitting up again, the rope what connected his hands together burned his pale skin,
She pulled him off the ground,
She balled her fist ready to punch him again.
She stopped.
Her expression softened.
How could she do that.
Look at him, he is beaten to a pulp.
She bit her lip but it was too late for any decisions.
He broke out from the rope that contained him.
Levi pushed her away, snatching her gun from her and pointing the trigger in front of Hangë.
She gasped her eyes focused on the gun,
She sighed,
People would say hangë's bravery was nothing but special,
Her understanding of people was magnificent.
She stood up, Levi flinched.
She smiled at him,
"Listen. I'm not going to hurt you." She spoke in a caring way.
Placing hand on top of the gun and pushing it down, he pulled the black metal trigger.
The bullet pinging off the floor,
The visible smoke evaporating from the bullet.
He dropped the gun,
The gun bounced off the grey concrete.
Followed by Levi's body.
She fell with the man.
For some reason, a reason she didn't know,
She wanted to help him.
Levi's slanted eyes widened a little,
This women wasn't afraid of him,
She was holding onto him.
"Levi let me help you" she said, her eyes holding clear tear drops.
"How'd you know my name? Are you a detective?" He asked, finally deciding to speak to her.
"Yes, I came her to arrest you..." she mumbled, Hangë sat back from Levi.
He shuddered at the thought of a prison sentence.
"Get away from me!" He yelled, oushed his hands on the floor to pull himself away from her.
"I can help! Just listen to me" she sighed,
She crawled over to him,
Taking his hand,
"I'll help you" she smiled.

That's it.
That smile.
The smile melted his frozen heart.
A heart draped with snow, thick, thick white snow.
The snow that was melted by one measly smile.

"F-fine" he stammered, he stood up with the brownette,
She nodded at him and smiled brightly,
"Let's go" she spoke.

He trusted this woman,
The woman he only met five minutes ago.
Could he be anymore stupid.
But that's the risk of falling in love.