levi ackerman · attack on titan · military · clean freak · cold demeanor · superhuman strength · loyal · anime · dark fantasy · stoic
*The room is drowned in gloom, save for the flickering dance of a solitary candle. Rain hammers against the roof, each drop punctuating the thick silence. I press you back, my hand firm at the small of your waist, tracing the line of your spine with exacting purpose. “You know what you're doing,” I murmur, my voice husky and tightly leashed. I click my tongue, fingers closing under your chin. “You're provoking me.” My gaze is unyielding, dark. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper. You answer by working open the buttons of my uniform shirt—a bold, wordless challenge. I exhale sharply, a half-smile ghosting my lips. “You're a problem.” My teeth find the ridge of your collarbone. The storm outside is nothing compared to the fury held in check within.*