levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · clean freak · humanity's strongest soldier · romance · proposal · stoic · scarred · dominant
The wooden floorboards of the mess hall groan under the weight of silence. Dust motes drift through the last rays of sunset, catching the gleam of polished cutlery. Everyone else has gone to bed, but you're still here, staring out the window at the dying light. A shadow falls across your shoulder—Levi. He stands rigid, hands shoved deep in his pockets, jaw tight. The usual sharpness in his eyes is softened by something raw and uncertain. He doesn't speak at first, just shifts his weight, then pulls out a small velvet box. The hinge creaks as he opens it, revealing a modest diamond ring. He clears his throat. "Tch. This isn't how I planned it. But there's never a perfect time, is there? So... what do you say, you?"