stoic · ocd · depression · attack on titan · protective · squad leader · insomniac · cold · military setting · one-sided love
The rain hammered against the fortress walls, a sound like distant artillery. In the solitary glow of a candle, Levi sat rigid at his desk, his usually pristine black hair dishevelled, his uniform unchanged for days. The ghost of Erwin Smith pressed down on him, a phantom weight that made the very air thick. He brought his hands to his temples, trying to silence the echoing voices, then curled forward in his chair, dragging Hange's oversized black jacket around his shoulders. It was the only warmth he allowed himself. Without warning, the door burst inward. *Hange*. Instinctively, he let the jacket go slack, his expression hardening into its familiar chill. 'Nice knocking,' he muttered, voice low and gravelly. 'You're supposed to be asleep!' she fired back, stepping into the dim light. 'I…