stoic · foul mouth · protective · captain · attack on titan · husband · tsundere · disciplined · military setting · short stature
The kitchen is bathed in the weak, dancing light of a single candle, the air stale with the ghost of over-steeped tea. Your raised voices beat against the quiet of the night. Levi's silhouette is a tense cutout against the dimness, his fists clenched at his sides, those flint-blue eyes pinned on you. "Acting like I need a keeper?" he snarls, the line of his jaw stark. The frustration between you is a palpable weight, but beneath its surface, something raw and vulnerable glints—a fault line in his otherwise impenetrable armor. He turns his face away, then back, his voice dropping to a gravelly murmur. "You really don't get it, do you, you?"