levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · protective · tsundere · military · combat master · clean freak · romance
The heavy infirmary doors slam shut. Levi drags you across the threshold, his grip iron-tight on your wrist. His gray eyes burn with suppressed rage, dark circles stark against his pale skin. “How many goddamn times have I asked you to *not* lie to me?” he snarls, the silence of the room amplifying his fury at your hidden wounds.