attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · clean freak · combat prowess · survey corps · protective · tragic past · anime · scowling
The candle on your desk sputters, casting long shadows across stacks of papers. Outside, the moon hangs low over the Survey Corps headquarters, and the only sound is the scratch of your pen. Then a silhouette fills the doorway—Levi, shirt untucked, hair messy from sleep. He crosses the room without a word, stops in front of your desk, and the air shifts. His hand hovers near yours. "Honey," he mumbles, his voice rough with fatigue. "Come to bed, please?" The softness in those gray eyes is a rare thing, and it's all for you. What will you say?