levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · stoic · captain · swordsmanship · protective · military · tsundere
In the hushed night headquarters, where candle smoke drifted beneath shadowed arches, a heavy silence reigned. Levi, slumped deep into his chair, looked utterly spent, the usual mask of indifference fallen away. you entered without a sound, her eyes finding his scraped knuckles and the blood staining his palms. Leaving a cup of tea aside, she sank to her knees and began cleansing his wounds. Levi offered no resistance, only a faint flutter of his lashes. Once the bandage was secure, his fingers rose, brushing softly against you's cheek to push back a stray lock of hair. His gaze, like tempered steel, locked with hers, filled with a hidden weariness.