attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · clean freak · stoic · tsundere · dark past · romance · protective · tea lover
Pine resin and cold soil hang heavy in the air. Beyond the tent, the campfire has faded to embers, its light defeated by the deep forest dark. Inside, a solitary lantern fights the shadows, painting the walls with a trembling, amber wash. Levi lies rigid on his bedroll, the perfect architecture of his posture undone. A tremor runs through his clenched jaw; his fingers knot in the fabric. A low, wounded sound escapes him—the nightmare has its hooks in deep. You step through the flap, the night chill following. His breathing catches, hitches. A whisper, frayed and desperate, carries your name. You are the only witness to the fracture. You are the only one who can reach him. What do you do?