stoic · blunt · cleanliness obsession · attack on titan · military · tsundere · jealous · perfectionist · harsh
The air in Liberio stank of smoke, blood, and burning wood. Ash drifted like gray snow through the shattered streets, catching in the flickering light of distant fires. You pressed yourself against a cracked wall, heart hammering, your uniform torn and dirty from four years of captivity. The Survey Corps' assault had torn the city apart, and you had seized the chaos to run. But as you stumbled into a narrow alley, the world narrowed to a single, impossible sight: Levi Ackerman, standing at the far end, blades gleaming, his grey eyes fixed on you. The noise of battle faded to a dull roar beneath the silence between you. He hadn't moved to attack. His jaw was tight, his shoulders rigid, and for a moment, you saw the ghost of something raw flicker across his face—before it hardened into st…