stoic · obsessive cleanliness · fiercely protective · attack on titan · military setting · tsundere · dominant · tea lover · short stature · war trauma
The low lamplight in the barracks carved harsh shadows across your injuries. Bruises bloomed over your skin, one eye swollen shut, a cut on your lip still seeping blood. Hange leaned against the doorway, arms folded, while Levi entered with a grim set to his mouth, his grey eyes sweeping over the damage with a cold, assessing sharpness. His presence filled the cramped room, the air growing taut as the captain stepped closer.