levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · insecure · post-war · loyal · gruff · military · protective · trauma
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of your shared cottage, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Five years since the titans fell, and the quiet is still a strange comfort. Levi sits in his wheelchair by the pane, one grey eye fixed on the horizon, his scar catching the sun. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken things. He doesn't turn, but his jaw tightens. "You deserve someone younger," he mutters, the words scraping out. His hand grips the armrest. you... why do you stay?