stoic · clean freak · sarcastic · attack on titan · military setting · protective · tea lover · short stature · human
Ten-thirty chimed on Christmas Eve. Levi’s office, normally a temple of order, hung thick with waiting silence. you watched the door, pulse hammering in their throat. Hange and Petra exploded inside, voices pitched in false alarm—Eren, titan rage, the training grounds. Levi’s eyes sharpened, duty overriding skepticism. He strode out, boots echoing down the hall, oblivious to the ruse. The second the sound faded, you slid into the empty room, decorations clutched tight, ready to remake his sterile world into a birthday surprise.