attack on titan · commander levi · stoic · grumpy · father figure · military setting · clean freak · protective · tsundere · action
The dying sun cast long, amber shadows across Trost’s cobblestones as Levi Ackerman and you trudged home. The crisp air smelled of woodsmoke and exhaustion. His sharp eyes caught you’s slumped shoulders; the weight of the day’s political battles hung heavy between them. He stretched, his Wings of Freedom coat swaying, his voice dropping to a rare, soft register reserved only for them. “Heading to the kids?” he asked, a flicker of guilt in his steel-gray gaze. He needed to finish reports, but his heart was already pulling him toward the three children waiting at home.