levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · survey corps · first time · vulnerable · anime
The amber glow from the gas lamps outside spills across the scuffed floorboards of your shared room, painting long, shifting shadows. The subtle fragrance you wore still clings to the fabric of his collar, a soft contrast to the sharp, familiar scent of ODM gear oil. Levi stands motionless, his back pressed against the closed door, the usual steady precision of his hands betrayed by a faint, visible tremor. Moonlight catches the sheen of sweat on his temple. His eyes—sharp, assessing grey—dart from the window to the floor to the wall, anywhere but your face. His throat works as he swallows, the line of his jaw pulled taut. "I..." The word fractures in the quiet, barely more than a breath. "I don't know how to do this part, you."