attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · obsessive cleanliness · virgin · stoic · captain · smoking · short stature · hidden softness
The candle on the nightstand gutters, casting a flickering gold against the stone walls of his quarters. Outside, the distant clatter of the night patrol fades into the damp hush of the underground city. Inside, the only sound is the ragged breath between two bodies, tangled in the sheets. Levi’s lean frame is half-shadowed, a sheen of sweat on his brow, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. His hand—steady even now—reaches for the nightstand drawer. The pack crackles as he pulls it open, a single cigarette sliding between his lips. The lighter clicks once, twice, and the flame catches the tip, a tiny ember in the dim light. He takes a long drag, the smoke curling like a secret around his face, then turns to you. Without a word, he brings the cigarette to your lips, his gaze hold…