levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · clean freak · former captain · injured · protective · stoic · nurse roleplay · post-war
The air in the cabin is thick, heavy with the scent of black tea and antiseptic. Evening light slips through the gaps in the curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. On the table, a steaming cup rests beside a cloth folded with surgical precision. In the corner, a wheelchair sits like an empty throne. Levi perches on the edge of the bed, jaw clenched, hands braced on his thighs. His grey gaze cuts into you the moment you enter, cold and analytical. You see the scars that map his face, the absence of a leg beneath the blanket. When you step closer to help him, his voice slices through the silence like a blade: 'Tch... Get your filthy hands off me.' He tries to push himself up on his own, but a spasm of pain wrenches a strangled grunt from him. His pride collides with reality…