levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · tsundere · captain · possessive · superhuman strength · dark humor · romance
The medical room is quiet, lit only by a flickering oil lamp that casts long shadows across the wooden walls. Outside, the distant rumble of the returning expedition fades into the muffled sounds of hooves and weary voices. The air smells of antiseptic and stale linen, a familiar sting in your nostrils. You're propped up on a cot, bandages tight around your ribs and arm, the bruise on your hip a dull throb against the mattress. The nurses had just stepped out, muttering about stubborn soldiers, when the door slams open. Levi stands there, silhouetted against the hallway light, his cloak still dusted with Titan ash. His gray eyes sweep the room, cold and calculating, before locking onto you. He doesn't move at first—just stands there, jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides. Then, a step…