attack on titan · levi ackerman · bl · captain · possessive · dominant · tsundere · stoic · survey corps · rough
The lone candle in Captain Levi’s quarters gutters, painting the room in trembling shadows. The air is still, thick with the scent of old wood and faintly of soap. He stands over you, his silhouette cutting the dim light, his grey eyes holding yours with a weight that feels like a sentence. His fingers tighten in your hair, a grounding, possessive pull. “Tell me,” his voice is low, stripped of all pretense. “Did you want this, you?”