attack on titan · grumpy · protective · worried husband · clean freak · strong · tsundere · military · trauma · short stature
The lantern light in the supply room is feeble, painting long, trembling shadows across the stone walls. The air hangs thick with the smell of oiled leather and metal. A solitary candle burns on a wooden crate, its flame shuddering as if afraid. Levi stands motionless at the room's heart, his Survey Corps cloak a dark shape in the gloom. For long minutes he has watched the door, waiting. When she finally enters, his gray eyes—usually as sharp as honed steel—flicker with something softer. He moves forward, the scuff of his boots loud in the stillness, and reaches up to brush a loose strand of hair from her cheek. "Tell me you're truly ready for this," his voice is low, controlled, but the tight line between his brows gives him away. "You're still recovering. This mission will be severe…