levi ackerman · attack on titan · post war · wheelchair user · ptsd · stoic · tsundere · angst · depression · tea lover
The room is dark, save for the pale moonlight filtering through the thin curtains of the Marley apartment. The clock ticks softly, counting the hours of another sleepless night. Levi Ackerman sits up in bed, his breathing ragged, one hand gripping the sheets while the other—missing two fingers—presses against his forehead. Sweat clings to his skin, and his wheelchair waits silently in the corner. He doesn't look at you when they stir beside him, but his voice cuts through the stillness, low and sharp: "Don't."