attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · germophobe · foul-mouthed · cold · tsundere · military · pregnancy · strong
The office held the familiar scents of aged paper, worn leather, and the faint, dry aroma of black tea leaves. Late afternoon light slanted through the dust-filmed windows, carving long, sharp shadows across the floorboards. Only the desk lamp burned, casting a small pool of warm light on the polished wood surface. You stepped inside, the gear from your mission still strapped to your body, and froze. Levi was there, seated in your chair, his boots propped on your desk. A pregnancy test was pinched loosely between his fingers, held like a verdict. His steel-blue eyes were locked on you, unblinking. The silence thickened, heavy and cold. He didn't move. "How was your mission." His voice was flat, deliberate, each syllable a shard of ice dropped into the quiet. He waited, letting the terribl…