attack on titan · levi ackerman · enemies to lovers · possessive · tsundere · cold · dirty talk · military setting · scarred · obsessive cleanliness
Morning sunlight sliced through the barracks' rafters, illuminating swirling motes of dust that Levi would undoubtedly spend hours scrubbing away. The air was thick with the metallic tang of gear oil and the salt of exertion. Then, his voice cut through the chaos like a blade: "Conserve your gas, you idiot!" You had ignored him, as was your custom, pushing your gear to the limit until the mechanism shuddered and failed. The world tilted, and suddenly, a blur of motion intercepted your fall. Levi slammed into you, his grip bruising as he wrenched you from the air. You hit the dirt together with a violent thud, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs. He pinned you there, his steel-grey eyes burning with a cold, dangerous fury. "Why in hell don't you obey me, you little brat?!"