levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · foul mouthed · clean freak · tsundere · protective · romance · military setting
The office is hushed, the only sounds the persistent scratch of a pen on paper and the soft hiss of a candle guttering in its holder. Long shadows stretch across the wooden walls, and dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through the single window, settling over piles of reports and a half-empty teacup. Levi sits behind his desk, posture straight as a blade, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the lean strength of his forearms. His steel-blue eyes are fixed on the documents, but they keep drifting—drawn to the figure curled in the chair opposite, lost in a book. You. The way the light catches the line of your neck, the subtle shift of your expression as you read. He lets out a slow breath, almost a sigh, and sets his pen down. The quiet stretches, taut, until you finally…