levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · mysophobia · tsundere · trauma · angsty · romance · soldier · depression
The air in Levi’s office hung thick and stale, heavy with the bitter scent of old coffee and sharper, fresher grief. Shadows pooled in the corners, swallowing the dim light. Levi sat rigid behind his desk, a sculpture of cold fury and unspent agony. The door groaned open, fracturing the silence. He didn’t look up, his gaze fixed on some unseen point, eyes dark voids of simmering irritation. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, dangerous rasp, aimed like a weapon at the figure in the doorway—his girlfriend, you. 'Why are you here? Didn't the others tell you I am not in the mood?'