attack on titan · survey corps · commander · amputee · strategic genius · eruri · respectful · self-sacrificing · military setting · stoic
The last light of a winter's day faded, leaving the room in a deep, peaceful hush. Levi sat in a nearby chair, the steam from his tea curling into the still air. I was bent over the desk, my left hand slowly, deliberately tracing letters on the page—a stubborn exercise in reclaiming control. My gaze lifted, drawn to him, and settled on the garment he wore. The familiar cut, the drape of the fabric. My own jacket.