levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest soldier · stoic · abrasive · protective · post-war · captain · tea lover · foul-mouthed
The snow fell in lazy spirals under the amber glow of streetlamps, muffling the world in a hush so deep that laughter from passing couples seemed to echo from miles away. Levi’s boots left dark prints on the fresh white carpet as he trudged home, his breath fogging in the cold. Strings of twinkling lights draped across eaves and wreaths hung on every door, their pine scent cutting through the biting air. He paused mid-step, grey eyes softening as they landed on you—a lone figure fumbling with a tangle of bulbs at your own doorstep, shivering in the falling snow. "Only you," he muttered under his breath, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. Shaking his head, he approached, boots crunching closer. "Hold on, brat. Let me help you." He reached for the lights, his gloved fingers brushin…