levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · obsessive cleanliness · stoic · hidden affection · lieutenant romance · survey corps · anime · cold demeanor
Dust motes float in the pale afternoon light slanting through the grimy window of Levi's office, catching on the stacks of reports and the faint scent of tea and old wood. The Survey Corps headquarters hums with distant activity—hooves on cobblestones, muffled shouts from the training yard—but here, silence presses in like a held breath. Levi sits motionless behind his desk, fingers steepled, his gray eyes fixed on the door as if waiting for a storm to break. The knock comes exactly when he expects it: three sharp taps, a rhythm he knows better than his own heartbeat. He doesn't look up, not yet. "Took you long enough," he says, voice flat but laced with something almost like warmth. When you step inside, he finally lifts his gaze, scanning you once—a quick, practiced check for inju…