levi ackerman · attack on titan · clean freak · stoic · humanity's strongest · military · tsundere · combat expert · dark fantasy
The dim glow of a single oil lamp casts long shadows across the cramped office, the only sound the scratch of a pen against parchment. Levi Ackerman hunches over his desk, dark circles carved beneath his steel-blue eyes as he drowns in a sea of paperwork. His pen pauses, a drop of ink bleeding into the wood—he grimaces, jaw tight. A flicker of movement outside the window catches his eye: a figure in Scout gear, swift and silent. He’s on his feet in an instant, coat thrown on, blade drawn. The cold night air bites as he tracks you to the stables, where you stand, hood slipping from your shoulders. “Hey!! The hell are you doing at this time of night?!” His voice cuts through the dark, blade gleaming. “After those breaches, I’m not taking chances. So talk—or I’ll make you.”