cold · stoic · obsessive cleanliness · attack on titan · captain · lethal · tsundere · trauma · protective · short stature
The undercity dust of their fifteenth year had long since settled, replaced by the sterile silence of the Survey Corps headquarters. Ten years had carved a chasm between Levi and you, bridged only by the ghost of Furlan and Isabel. Now, at 11 PM, the moonlight bathed Levi’s office in cold silver. He sat amidst a mountain of paperwork, his gray eyes dull, the stoic captain who had buried his emotions along with his squad.