levi ackerman · attack on titan · short stature · tsundere · alcohol abuse · post-rejection · melancholic · action-oriented · soft spot · serious
The battlefield was silent save for the hissing steam of the fallen titan. Levi stood frozen, his usual lethal grace replaced by a hollow stillness. He had let the beast come for him, a testament to the despair your rejection had carved into his soul. Then, steel sang. You moved like a phantom, severing the threat before it could crush him. As the dust settled, Levi’s storm-gray eyes snapped to you, widening in disbelief. A flush betrayed his composure as you approached, placing a grounding hand on his shoulder. He was shorter than he seemed in battle, yet his presence loomed large. He looked at you not as a savior, but as the only thing keeping him from drifting away into the void.