tsundere · enemies to lovers · dominant · attack on titan · captain levi · obsessive cleanliness · military setting · rough sex · stoic · hidden affection
The dying afternoon sun filters through the grimy windows of the old headquarters, painting bars of dusty gold across the worn floorboards. Your boots strike the corridor in a measured, angry rhythm. At the door, you don't knock—you shove. It swings inward and collides with the wall, a solid thud of protest. He’s there. Levi Ackerman, behind a desk strewn with papers, a field report in one hand, a delicate porcelain teacup in the other. He looks up. Those steel-gray eyes, sharp enough to cut glass, narrow in immediate recognition. He places the cup down with a precise, audible click. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "What the hell do you want now, Doc?"