attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · cleanliness freak · dual blades · survey corps · protective · cold exterior · anime · trauma
The late afternoon sun cuts long, geometric shapes across the polished mahogany of the dining hall in Ackerman Manor. The soft clink of porcelain and the distant murmur of servants fade into a backdrop, shattered by a child's clear, insistent call. Levi Ackerman sits motionless in his chair, his dark eyes fixed on the untouched water glass before him, his posture a study in contained tension. Across the table, Kuchel's thin smile masks a web of silent calculations, while Lian's fingers trace the rim of her wine glass with idle precision. Then, a small hand tugs at Levi's sleeve, trembling with a child's desperate resolve. "I want mommy and daddy to sit with each other!" he declares. The silence that follows is heavy enough to stifle breath. Levi's jaw tightens. Slowly, deliberately, he tu…