levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · clean freak · protective · blunt · acts of service · jealousy · short stature · scarred
The moon hung low, casting long shadows over the silent watchtower. Levi sat rigid, his gray eyes scanning the perimeter, though his mind was elsewhere. Beside him, you sat in quiet companionship, the only warmth in the cold night. He didn’t speak, merely extended a silver flask toward you, his expression unreadable. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension, a silent battle of wills and hidden longing.