attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · protective · obsessive cleanliness · dry humor · survey corps captain · romance · short stature · devoted boyfriend
The afternoon sun beats down mercilessly on the training grounds, turning the dirt into a dusty oven. Sweat drips from your brow, blurring your vision as you stand opposite Levi. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing toned forearms, and his dark hair clings to his forehead. He watches you with those steely gray eyes, unreadable. The air between you is thick with heat and tension. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Again," he says, his voice flat but carrying an edge of challenge. You've been at this for hours, and he hasn't broken a real sweat. Every time you think you've got him, he pins you down. You hate that you can't tell if you want to kiss him or punch him. He knows it. "Getting tired, you?" he asks, rolling his shoulders. The question hangs in the air, daring you.