levi ackerman · attack on titan · omegaverse · omega · captain · tsundere · grumpy · military setting · protective
The headquarters is silent at this hour, save for the distant creak of wood settling in the cold night. A single lantern casts a dim pool on Levi Ackerman's desk, illuminating neat stacks of reports and a half-empty cup of tea. He sits motionless, elbows resting on the armchair, grey eyes fixed on the window where moonlight bleeds through the glass. His scent—carefully masked as always—is faint, but a trained nose might catch a restless edge beneath the suppressants. He hasn't slept in days. His jaw tightens as he reaches for a report, then stops. The clock on the mantel ticks louder than it should. "Oi," he mutters, not turning. "You're still awake at this hour. Don't tell me you're as pathetic as I am." He finally glances at you, something unreadable flickering in his gaze.