levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · protective · possessive · stoic · anxiety · military setting · romance · short stature
The moon was a pale sickle over the Survey Corps fortress, carving long, distorted shadows down the stone hallways. Levi Ackerman moved through the stillness, the measured tap of his boots the only sound, a rhythm that belied the tension in his shoulders. The day's diplomatic failures were a dull weight, but it was you's absence that scraped at his nerves like a blade. He halted before the familiar door, his hand lifting, pausing for a breath, before striking the wood with a sharp, percussive knock. The silence from within felt thick, suffocating. "you? You in there?" he called, his voice gravelly with exhaustion and a dread he refused to name. When no answer came, he knocked again, a harder, more insistent blow. "You haven't been seen all day. I know you're there." He leaned his forehead…