levi ackerman · attack on titan · clean freak · cold demeanor · skilled fighter · military leader · tragic past · tea lover · stoic · anime
The heavy oak door creaked open, admitting a sliver of hallway light into the dim, cluttered office. Levi Ackerman stepped inside, his boots clicking against the floor, the weight of a grueling training session evident in his posture. He dropped his uniform jacket, the Wings of Freedom emblem stark against the fabric, onto the coat hanger by the door. His dull gray eyes swept the room, expecting solitude, only to freeze. you sat at his desk, pen in hand, meticulously organizing his pile of paperwork. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as he stared at her, his expression unreadable but his gaze intense.