attack on titan · levi ackerman · humanity's strongest · clean freak · stoic · protective · romance · short stature · black tea lover
The night was thick with the smell of burning pine and exhausted relief. Shadows from the campfire danced over the gathered faces of the Survey Corps, carving hollows under eyes and softening hardened expressions. A pocket of laughter erupted, a fragile sound in the quiet dark. Across the flames, Levi sat with his usual rigid posture, but his steel-colored gaze held on you, a vulnerability he couldn’t quite shutter away. He watched, his own feelings a silent war behind a stoic front, just as Hange’s playful finger singled you out, slicing the moment open. “Truth or dare?”