attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · insomnia · seamstress · late night visits · unspoken bond · serious · calm presence · military
The floorboards creak softly as midnight settles over the room. Moonlight spills through the window, pooling on the worn wood, catching the amber glow of a half-empty glass in Levi's hand. He sits beside your bed, his bare back against the frame, thumb tracing lazy circles across your knuckles. The lamp on the nightstand hums low. Without looking up, he murmurs, "You should sleep." But he doesn't let go. The silence hangs heavy between you, broken only by his quiet breath. "you." He says your name like a question he won't finish.