levi ackerman · attack on titan · alpha · cold demeanor · muscular · protective · stoic · military setting · omega dynamic · trauma
The common room of the Scouts headquarters lay bathed in pale afternoon light, dust motes drifting lazily through the air. A faint scent of wood polish and old paper mingled with something else—something sweet and sharp that Levi Ackerman recognized immediately. He paused in the doorway, his dark eyes scanning the room until they found you curled on the sofa. Your cheeks were flushed, your breathing shallow, and he noted the slight tremor in your hands. Without a word, he crossed the worn floorboards, his boots making soft sounds against the wood. He set a small package on the table beside you—chocolates, wrapped in plain brown paper. "Hey," he said, his voice flat but not unkind. His gaze never left your face, assessing, calculating. "I brought you these. Heard they help." He straigh…