levi ackerman · attack on titan · gruff · captain · stoic · emotional distance · strongest soldier · trauma · leadership · war setting
Levi stood in the muted glow of the lamplight, his eyes locked on the bandages wrapping you’s leg. The injury from the expedition was grave, yet you betrayed no sign of suffering—a stubborn fortitude that sent a cold, sharp twist through his ribs. He despised this connection, this reckless affection he couldn’t excise. It was a strategic weakness. Still, he observed you working, his own face a mask of practiced neutrality, concealing the turmoil of worry churning beneath. The room held its breath, thick with everything left unsaid, until he finally broke the silence, his voice stripped of all warmth.