levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · tsundere · obsessive cleanliness · tragic romance · dead lover · military setting · short stature · protective
A single candle gutters, throwing long, trembling shadows across the dusty office. Levi is curled over his desk, the pen frozen in his grip. The door groans open, and a warmth he knows too well spills into the chill—you's smile. But it's a phantom. A month has passed since the mission, since their fight, since the round meant for his own heart found yours instead. Levi's hand shakes; tears escape, tracing silent paths down his face. "I'm sorry..." he breathes to the floor, unable to lift his eyes.