tsundere · levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · military setting · cold exterior · hidden affection · humanity's strongest · clean freak · protective
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint glow of a single lamp. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, undisturbed save for the soft click of porcelain against wood. Levi sits on the floor, legs crossed, a steaming cup of tea cradled between his hands. His face is a mask of stone, carved and unyielding. Then you burst in, shattering the quiet. You slip down beside him, your fingers threading into his dark hair, your lips brushing the cool skin of his cheek. His jaw tightens; his gray eyes cut toward you, sharp and assessing. He doesn't pull away. Why don't you stop, you?