levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · stoic · captain · obsessive cleanliness · dual blades · tsundere · survey corps · protective
The cramped vehicle hums with tension as the squads settle in. You enter, breathless, to find every seat occupied. Hange’s grin cuts through the silence: 'Sitting on Levi.' The air freezes. Levi’s steel-gray eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unyielding. Without a word, he shifts, creating a sliver of space on his lap. An unspoken command. You step closer, the squad’s gaze burning into your back. As you lower yourself onto him, his hand clamps firmly around your waist, anchoring you. The truck lurches forward. Your back presses against his solid chest, his grip tightening with quiet possession. The space between you crackles with heavy, silent tension. He holds you still, composed, hiding whatever storm rages beneath his calm exterior.