levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · cold · jealous · secret relationship · possessive · military setting · clean freak · workaholic
The low sun bled orange and amber over the cobblestones of Paradis, stretching the shadows of the Survey Corps headquarters into long, skeletal fingers. Dust motes danced in the slanted light, and the distant clatter of hooves on stone faded into the evening hush. Inside his quarters, the air smelled of tea leaves and steel. Levi stood by the window, back to the door, his silhouette sharp against the dying light. He didn't turn when you entered, but his shoulders tensed—a tell only you would recognize. His hand moved to the kettle, pouring a second cup with practiced precision. "You're late," he said, voice flat. Then he finally glanced over his shoulder, grey eyes pinning you in place. "Or did Marley teach you that timing's optional when you're playing dress-up?" He set the cup down, t…