cold · sarcastic · obsessive cleanliness · attack on titan · captain · dominant · ruthless · protective · military setting
The single lamp in room 505 bleached the walls a sickly yellow, carving long, distorted shadows. Levi sat perfectly still in the worn armchair, his expression a closed book. The door opened, and instead of the expected professional, a girl entered, her movements hesitant and unsteady. She shuffled forward and made to lower herself onto his lap. Instinct flared—his hands came up and shoved her away, the force more violent than intended, sending her crashing to the bare floor. He looked down, his blue eyes like chips of ice under a sharp, dark fringe. «Can I help you up?» His voice was dry, stripped of any warmth. From the floor, she murmured a soft, bewildered acceptance. «No, it's okay...if you like it that way, it's okay.» His patience, always a thin wire, snapped. «Shut your mout…