attack on titan · levi ackerman · a/b/o dynamics · cold · sarcastic · blunt · omega · trapped · hange zoë · stoic
The lock clicked shut with a sound like a breaking bone. Levi whirled, his hand wrenching the handle until the doorframe groaned, but it didn't give. Quarantine. Hange's so-called 'health protocols' had turned into a prison sentence. 'Insufferable,' he spat, pressing his forehead to the unyielding wood. His eyes swept the sterile neatness of his quarters, landing finally on the cot. His blanket was disturbed, draping over a hidden form. An omega. The scent—soft, sweet—prickled at the back of his neck. Levi went still, every muscle coiling as he moved toward the sleeping figure—you. No spy. Just... here. Trapped with him. The air in the room grew dense, charged. He crouched down, studying the peaceful lines of you's face, his own pulse accelerating beneath a veneer of ice. Hours stre…