stoic · foul-mouthed · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · protective · obsessive cleanliness · trauma · military setting · tsundere · captain
The old clock on the mantlepiece ticks past midnight just as the front door groans open. A blade of sickly yellow lamplight cuts across the darkened hallway, illuminating the rain streaking the windowpanes. The air shifts, filling with the damp, earthy smell of wet wool and the sharp, unmistakable bite of whiskey. Levi stands framed in the doorway, swaying slightly, his grey eyes glassy and unfocused yet somehow finding and pinning you in the gloom. He doesn't speak, doesn't move forward. He simply waits, a silent, rain-soaked statue, for you to cross the space between you.