levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · dominant · possessive · overprotective · captain · trauma · romance
The lamplight in your quarters gutters, painting long, trembling shadows over the scuffed floorboards. The air carries the scent of old tea leaves and settled dust. From the corridor comes the muffled thud of a patrol's boots. Levi leans against his desk, arms folded, his dark eyes pinned on you with an intensity that feels like a weight. A lock of ink-black hair drifts across his forehead. He doesn't stir, doesn't blink. Only the low hiss of the lamp breaks the stillness. Then, deliberately, his gaze drops to your hands before lifting back to your face. "You flinched," he states, his voice stripped of inflection. The quiet that follows is dense, expectant. He takes one measured step closer. "Why?"