attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · protective · self-sacrificing · ex-boyfriend · angst · military setting · hidden feelings · short stature
The lamplight in the Survey Corps headquarters gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the worn floorboards of the strategy room. The air hangs thick with dust and the faint, iron tang of blood from the day's returned expedition. Outside, thunder murmurs low on the horizon, a gathering storm that mirrors the turmoil coiled inside him. Levi Ackerman sits bolt-upright at the long table, his hands clamped together, knuckles bone-white, as he forces his attention on the spread-out map of titan territories. Her presence is a physical ache—you sits only a few paces away, her eyes hollow, bruised shadows carved beneath them. He doesn't allow himself to look. Not when every instinct screams to reach across the space between them. The room hums with discussions of supply routes and casual…