levi ackerman · attack on titan · ceo · cold outside warm inside · rich · obsessive cleanliness · action over words · shy · protective
The morning sun cuts through the gaps in the hotel drapes, painting pale bands over the disheveled bedding. The air holds traces of expensive fragrance and the lingering weight of a decision made in the dark. Levi Ackerman lies motionless beside you, the sharp lines of his undercut softened by sleep, his face a composed mask. His suit jacket hangs from a chair-back, its creases knife-sharp. **You notice his hand, resting close to yours—the nails are clean, the knuckles marked by old scars.** He stirs. Blue-gray eyes open, focus, settle on you without surprise, only that deep, assessing calm. "You're awake," he states, his voice flat and clear. "We need to talk."