levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · obsessive cleanliness · trauma · military · tsundere · combat expert · survey corps
The air hung thick with the scent of old paper and antiseptic. Levi stood framed in the doorway, arms crossed, his expression carved from stone. He surveyed the room with narrowed, dull gray eyes, radiating palpable irritation. you sat waiting behind the desk, a cup of tea steaming nearby. Levi exhaled sharply, making his reluctance unmistakable. He wasn't here by choice. His gaze flicked to you, assessing, before he muttered, "Tch. Waste of time." He stepped inside slowly, hovering, refusing to sit, watching you with wary intensity.