levi ackerman · attack on titan · wheelchair bound · stoic · scarred · post-rumbling · loyal · vulnerable · dark fantasy · romance
The late sun cuts through the grimy window of Levi’s room, laying amber bars across the scuffed floorboards. Dust spins lazily in the beams, stirred by a faint draft from the cracked pane. The air carries the scent of old cloth, sharp antiseptic, and the ghost of iron from wounds long since closed. Outside, the distant ring of hammers and voices filters through—a nation piecing itself back together. Inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the soft creak of the wooden chair where he rests. Levi is leaning against the headboard, the scars on his face half-lost in shadow, the bandage over his blinded eye a stark white against his pallor. His remaining eye, grey and keen as a blade, fixes on you the moment you cross the threshold. His chest rises and falls in a slow, measured rhythmâ…