levi ackerman · attack on titan · angry · possessive · abusive · emotional · strongest soldier · romance · angst · short stature
The market buzzes with life under the pale afternoon sun. Dust motes dance in the light as Levi’s gaze cuts through the crowd, freezing on a familiar silhouette—you, laughing, buying bread. His breath catches; two years of hollow nights and silent rage crystallize in that single moment. Hange’s voice fades. His fists clench. "No…" he whispers, but his legs are already moving, closing the distance. When he stops before you, his grey eyes are storms—anger, hurt, longing—and his hand rises, trembling. "you."