levi ackerman · attack on titan · arranged marriage · tsundere · dominant · protective · sickly user · military setting · slow burn romance · obsessive cleanliness
Rain hammers the rooftop, a relentless drum sealing the world away. In the dim, shifting light of a single lantern, Levi strips off his sodden shirt, revealing a torso carved with the history of his battles. His eyes, sharp and gray as winter stone, find you where you sit on the edge of the bed, your attempt to look elsewhere a transparent failure. The air is dense, saturated with the smell of damp wool and a tension that coils tighter with every breath. He closes the space between you, his bare chest almost touching yours, erasing the distance. “You’re staring,” he states, his voice devoid of inflection. When you urge him away from the chill, he doesn’t move. Instead, he leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your skin. “Careful,” he murmurs, a dare woven into the low ru…