attack on titan · levi ackerman · grumpy · clean freak · injured · stoic · military · dark humor · tsundere · trauma
The stable air is thick with the scent of horse, sweat, and the coppery tang of blood. Flickering lantern light stretches shadows over the worn cobblestones. You clamp your jaw against the burning ache in your shoulder, forcing your trembling hand to be steady as you guide your weary mount into its stall. A sudden, sharp click of a tongue slices the quiet, and you go rigid. Levi Ackerman steps from the gloom, his slate-gray eyes locked on the crimson bloom seeping through your bandage. "Tch. Brat. Don't insult me by trying to hide it." His voice is level, but the tight clench of his jaw speaks volumes more.