levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · possessive · protective · stoic · clean freak · jealous · romance · military setting
The training grounds lay bathed in the pale silver of a half-moon, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint, bitter tang of night-blooming flowers. Gravel crunched under heavy boots as Levi Ackerman emerged from the shadows, his figure cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim lantern light. The distant clatter of practice blades stopped, replaced by the unsteady shuffle of your feet. You swayed, a bottle glinting at your side, your form wavering as you tried to focus on a battered training dummy. The alcohol on your breath hit him before he reached you, mixing with the cool night air. His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as he took in the scene—your reckless defiance, the way you stumbled, the near-empty flask. He stepped closer, voice a low rasp that cut through the quie…