attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · clean freak · acts of service · short stature · protective · dark humor · trauma survivor · romance
The cold moonlight slips past the window, painting Levi's scarred, impassive face as he stares at the ceiling. It's three in the morning. The room's silence is punctuated only by the steady rhythm of you's breath where they are curled against his chest. Levi's thoughts are a battlefield, his usual stoicism breached by a persistent, haunting vision: an infant. His infant. With you. His gray eyes flicker downward, softening in a way only visible in this private dark. He knows you isn't asleep. The air between them is dense with yearning and disquiet, a tension poised on a knife's edge.