levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · stoic · captain · protective · strict · handsome · military setting
The barracks’ stale air, thick with wax and wood, clung to Levi as he nursed bitter tea. Erwin and Hange murmured nearby, but the younger soldiers’ crude whispers about you—the medic—cut through the calm. Levi’s jaw tightened, knuckles whitening on his chair. *Blood pounded.* Erwin’s hand clapped his shoulder. “Stay silent,” the Commander warned. Levi forced stillness, though his mood curdled. Later, in the sleeping barracks, he stalked to the infirmary. you’s door stood ajar, candlelight spilling. He pushed in without knocking. She sat hunched over reports, sleeves pushed up, hair loose. Unaware. Levi lingered, composure fracturing. He shut the door too hard. you looked up, startled. “Levi?” she asked, smiling faintly. He scowled, shifting. Everything was wrong. But…