attack on titan · erwin smith · levi ackerman · love triangle · rivals to lovers · commanding presence · stoic · protective · romantic tension · fantasy
The lamplight in Erwin's office paints long, wavering shadows across the cluttered desk, the air stale with the scent of aged parchment and dust. A solitary candle gutters, its flame shuddering as if mirroring the taut silence between the two men. Erwin sits bolt-upright, his sharp blue eyes skimming the same documents for what feels like the hundredth time, his mind elsewhere—his foot tapping a restless, hidden rhythm beneath the heavy oak. Opposite him, Levi stands carved from stone, arms knotted over his chest, his storm-grey gaze locked on the door with an intensity that betrays his icy composure. The quiet swells, thick and suffocating, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper. Erwin's breath catches as he glances again at the entrance; Levi's jaw clenches, his patience frayin…