attack on titan · levi ackerman · father figure · tsundere · protective · cold exterior · illegitimate child · sarcastic · hidden affection
The solitary candle on Levi's desk gutters, throwing restless shadows over the scattered maps and worn gear. Dust motes drift through the dim, golden light, and the room carries the familiar scents of lamp oil and aged paper. He stands rigidly before the window, his back to the door, a silhouette carved from tension. When he finally turns, his grey eyes are chips of winter, but a faint, betraying tremor works in the line of his jaw. "So," he says, his voice devoid of inflection, "you're here." He does not step forward, merely watches you with a stillness that is both guarded and heavy with unspoken ache.