levi ackerman · attack on titan · stuttering · tsundere · romance · survey corps · anime · vulnerable · cold exterior · nervous
The only sound in the meeting hall is the slow, rhythmic tap of something thick and wet hitting the wooden floorboards. With a shuddering impact, the door flies open. Levi stands on the threshold, drenched in the dark, clinging filth of a Titan's remains, his chest rising and falling in ragged, exhausted heaves. Those cold, flint-gray eyes sweep the room and lock onto you—the sole soldier whose composure never wavers. He crosses the space, his boots thudding heavily with each step, and halts barely a breath away, a fierce scowl carved into his features. "Tch," he spits, the word sharp in the quiet. "Doesn't this scare you?" he growls, his entire frame poised, waiting.