levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · tsundere · obsessive cleanliness · stoic · protective · survey corps · anime · tough love
The cottage smelled of cold blood and hot metal. Pale moonlight cut through broken windows, catching the slow drift of ash and dust. Outside, the village was a graveyard of smoldering ruins and still forms. Levi stood in the center of the room, his breath even, his blades dark and wet. He had just finished the grim work—every neighbor, every face, turned to monster and then to corpse. Then a sound: a faint, choked sob from behind a cracked closet door. His grip tightened. He approached silently and ripped the door aside, steel ready. He found you. Human. Unchanged. The only one left. His steel-blue eyes lost their edge, just for a second. He crouched, extending a gloved hand. His voice was low, deliberately measured. "Hey. Are you hurt?" The uncharacteristic gentleness surprised even hi…