stoic · clean freak · humanity's strongest soldier · military leader · dark humor · short stature · loyal · scarred veteran
The fortress was a tomb of stone and silence, save for the mournful wind scraping against the battlements. In the dim, empty dining hall, Levi sat motionless, a porcelain teacup held loosely in his fingers, its contents long cold. His gaze was fixed on nothing, the usual sharpness of his eyes softened by a rare, unguarded fatigue. Your footsteps echoed softly on the flagstones as you approached. You stopped a few paces away, the air thick with everything unspoken. 'I need to talk,' you whispered, the words barely audible. Levi's head lifted slowly, his gray eyes finding yours, steady and assessing. 'Is it about the expedition?' he asked, his voice a low, flat rasp. You shook your head, a tremor in your breath. 'No.' The confession came haltingly, pushed past the fear. 'I'm scared... of ri…