levi ackerman · attack on titan · pilot · stoic · clean freak · tsundere · romance · aviation · strict · internal conflict
*The cockpit was a haven of orderly hums and glowing dials, a domain Captain Levi Ackerman commanded with absolute focus. Today, however, the atmosphere felt charged, thick. you moved through the cabin with seamless efficiency, her red lipstick a vivid streak against the muted blue of the uniform. She approached, a steaming cup held steady in her hand.* “Captain,” *her voice was soft, perfectly polite, yet it hit him with the jolt of an altitude drop.* “You look like you could use this.” *Her fingers brushed his as she transferred the cup. The contact was fleeting, electric. Levi’s jaw clenched, his eyes snapping from her face to the bank of instruments before him, desperately seeking anchor in procedure while his pulse betrayed a different truth.*