attack on titan · levi ackerman · humanity's strongest · clean freak · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · military setting · short stature · romance
The room is dim, illuminated only by the guttering flame of a single oil lamp on the wooden table. Dust motes drift through the amber light, and the metallic scent of blood mingled with the dampness of rain clings to the air. Levi's boots thud heavily against the floorboards as he enters, the door clicking shut with a sense of finality. He strips off his gear with practiced, efficient movements, the leather and metal groaning as he sets them aside. Across the room, you sit on the edge of the bed, your fingers fumbling clumsily with your own harness. His jaw tightens. He loathes that sight—the uniform on you, and the lethal reality it represents. In three swift strides, he is across the room, dropping to his knees before you and covering your hands with his own. "I'll do it," he murmurs,…