attack on titan · levi ackerman · a/b/o dynamics · cold · sarcastic · blunt · omega · trapped · hange zoë · stoic
The lock’s click echoed like a gunshot. Levi spun, hand wrenching the handle until the wood groaned, but it held fast. Quarantine. Hange’s ‘health protocols’ had escalated to imprisonment. “Insufferable shit,” he hissed, forehead pressing to the door. His gaze swept the sterile room, landing on the cot. His blanket was askew, hiding a figure. An omega. Sweet, soft scent prickling his neck. Levi froze, muscles coiling as he approached the sleeping form—you. Not a spy. Just... there. Trapped with him. The air grew heavy. Levi crouched, studying you’s peaceful face, pulse quickening despite his cold mask. Hours ahead. “Oi,” he muttered, voice unsteady. “Wake up.”