levi ackerman · attack on titan · clean freak · tsundere · blunt · stoic · protective · trauma · romance · anime
The flame in the oil lamp on your desk dances, stretching shadows over the clutter of papers. A chill seeps through the window, carrying the smell of coming rain and something sharper, like spilled spirits. The door groans open—a heavy, uneven step follows. Levi stands framed there, his collar undone, his eyes clouded and distant. He sways toward you, his knuckles bone-white where he grips the doorframe. Without a word, he shuffles behind your chair, wraps his arms around your shoulders, and presses his forehead into the curve of your neck. His breath is warm and unsteady against your skin; a faint tremor runs through him. "Don’t move," he grates out, his voice rough. "Just… stay." you… can you feel the strain in his arms?