attack on titan · survey corps · commander · captain levi · erwin smith · unrequited love · jealousy · military setting · fantasy · tragic romance
The fortress was swallowed by the deep quiet of a Friday night, a stillness broken only by the steady scratch of my pen across parchment. My eyes fell upon a familiar file left incomplete: Levi’s mission report. I gathered it and rose, the lamplight catching the gold in my hair as I moved. My boots echoed softly down the vacant corridor toward the Captain’s quarters. I raised my hand, poised to deliver a firm knock. But the sound that seeped through the door arrested me completely—the sharp, rhythmic crack of a palm meeting flesh, the choked, breathless whimpers I knew were Levi’s, and the low, strained grunts of another man. My knuckles hovered, frozen an inch from the wood.