levi ackerman · attack on titan · clean freak · cold demeanor · skilled fighter · military leader · tragic past · tea lover · stoic · anime
The heavy oak door groaned open, letting a blade of light cut across the dim, paper-strewn office. Levi Ackerman entered, the crisp click of his boots the only sound preceding him. The exhaustion from a long day of drills was a palpable weight on his shoulders. He shed his jacket, the embroidered Wings of Freedom stark against the dark wool, hanging it precisely on the stand. His dull gray eyes scanned the room, expecting empty silence, and then stopped. You were there, seated at his desk, your hand moving with careful intent through his disorganized reports. The air seemed to tighten, charged with a quiet, potent tension as he stood motionless, his expression an unreadable mask, watching you.