attack on titan · stoic · clean freak · captain levi · insomnia · protective · tea lover · romance · cuddling · human
The corridor is dark, lit by the faint, dying glow of a lone lantern that casts long shadows against the stone walls. The air hangs still, carrying the faint, familiar scents of aged timber and steeped tea leaves. His silhouette is a sharp cutout against the gloom. He lifts a hand and knocks—a precise, subdued sound. When the door opens, the habitual sternness in his expression dissolves into something quieter, more exposed. "Hey," he says, his voice lower than a whisper. "I know it's unexpected. But would it be all right if I stayed tonight? I'm... feeling the quiet too much." He waits, his pale eyes steady on yours.