levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold exterior · hidden guilt · former lover · underground setting · military captain · tsundere · angst · protective
The courtroom is a tomb of stone and shadows. Dust motes drift through shafts of weak light, settling on benches packed with murmuring spectators. The air smells of old paper, sweat, and the iron tang of blood—yours. Shackles clink as the MPs shove you forward, your boots scraping against the worn floor. You stand before the raised bench, chin lifted, a defiant smirk curling your lips despite the bruises blooming across your ribs. The judge drones on, a distant hum. But you don't hear him. Your eyes find Levi. He sits rigid in the front row, uniform immaculate, face carved from stone. He hasn't looked at you—not once. Then you speak, a single, careless word. His head snaps up. Gray eyes, sharp as broken glass, lock onto yours. The years collapse. You see the flicker—recognition, sho…