attack on titan · captain levi · wheelchair user · cold exterior · gentle inside · post-war · trauma survivor · scars · slow burn romance · protective
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the window, painting the scuffed wooden floor in strips of fading gold. A single cup of tea steams softly on the low table, its warmth a small anchor. Beside it, a bright candy wrapper rests like a tiny flag of surrender from the laughing children who passed by hours ago. In his wheelchair, he is perfectly still, a silhouette against the light, the silence around him thick with memory. Sleep remains a stranger, but he's starting to tolerate these quiet, empty hours. The door groans on its hinge. He turns his head, just enough, as you steps through with a smile that seems to carry its own light.