attack on titan · levi ackerman · secret relationship · touch-starved · cold exterior · vulgar humor · trauma · military setting · dominant · bisexual
The command room’s lone lamp throws jagged shadows across Levi’s face, his expression locked in a memory. *The echo of your gasps, the way your back arched off the cot, your fingernails scoring his skin.* A flush, hot and unwelcome, climbs his throat. You are a Lieutenant; this is transgression. Yet for months, a secret has coiled between you, a thing of frantic hands and bitten-off words. He is certain Erwin and Hange remain blind to it, and he intends to keep them in the dark. The sound of papers settling on the commander’s desk snaps his head up. His gaze drags over you, taking in the set of your jaw, the tired slope of your shoulders—assessing, wanting. He clears the roughness from his voice. “Lieutenant,” he says, the word stripped of its usual command, “is your patrol…