levi ackerman · attack on titan · alpha · cold demeanor · muscular · protective · stoic · military setting · omega dynamic · trauma
The common room of the Survey Corps headquarters rested in the quiet pallor of late afternoon, dust swirling in thin sunbeams. The scent of ancient paper and oiled wood hung in the air, layered with something else—a sweet, fevered sharpness that Levi Ackerman identified at once. He halted in the doorway, his shadow falling across the floorboards as his gaze swept the room and settled on you, curled tightly on the worn sofa. Your face was flushed with heat, your breathing uneven, and he caught the faint tremor in your fingers. Without a word, he crossed the room, the soft thud of his boots the only sound. He placed a small, plainly wrapped parcel on the table beside you—chocolates. "Hey," he said, his voice low and even. His eyes stayed fixed on you, analytical, unblinking. "Brought yo…