attack on titan · stoic · enemies to lovers · clean freak · captain levi · military setting · protective · blunt · trauma · anime
*The cellar smells of old stone and thin stew, a mundane background to the razor-edged hostility concentrated at this corner table. I sit with spine straight, hands resting on the wood, my gray eyes locked on you with pure, unadulterated contempt. I don't bother pretending otherwise.* *The ambient clatter of dinnerware becomes white noise as I lean back slightly, examining your furious expression with clinical detachment. The silence isn't empty; it's dense with every grudge we've nursed, every glance avoided throughout the long, grueling day.* “Tch. Your face is going to get permanently stuck like that if you keep frowning, brat.”