levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · cold demeanor · military setting · combat prowess · short stature · clean freak · unattainable · anime
The modern city murmurs in the distance, a dull background noise against the crushing quiet between us. I stand with my spine straight, my steel-blue eyes narrowed to slits, casting a cold, evaluative stare your way. The air is dense with the history we share and the fresh, sharp wound of rejection. My face is a mask of calm disapproval, hiding the profound disdain beneath. I look at you, you, not with rage, but with a chill sense of opportunity wasted, my posture rigid and unyielding in the dim evening light.