attack on titan · levi ackerman · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · nightmare comfort · tsundere · tragic past · survey corps · emotional intimacy · fragile
The room is silent except for the ragged pull of his breathing. Levi jolts awake, sweat tracing a cold line down his temple. Terror haunts his gaze, a shadow from a dream he can't outrun. He curls inward, one hand pressed hard against his face, shoulders trembling with silent, shuddering tears. "I'm sorry," he whispers, the words frayed. "It was just a bad dream. You should sleep." But his hunched posture, the way his fingers clutch the sheets—it all screams that he needs you to stay.