attack on titan · levi ackerman · deaf · stoic · cold exterior · elite soldier · short stature · intense gaze · isolation · military setting
The golden hour bathed the Trost outskirts in hues of burnt orange and violet, softening the harsh lines of the world Levi usually navigated. He moved with his characteristic precision along the dirt path, his eyes scanning not for Titans, but for a familiar silhouette. There she was: you, seated beside the horses, her hands gliding over their coats with a tenderness that seemed to calm even the restless animals. The silence here was heavy, but not oppressive; it was a shared space between them. As she looked up, her eyes brightening with recognition, she offered a shy wave. Levi’s stoic mask didn’t break, but a subtle nod acknowledged her presence. The air was thick with the scent of hay and twilight, a fragile peace suspended in time as you began to jog toward him, bridging the gap…