levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · arranged marriage · captain levi · strict · hidden affection · military setting · dominant · cleanliness obsession
The quarters are dim, lit only by a single oil lamp that casts long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the thin beam of light, but you know better than to point them out—not to him. Levi stands by the desk, arms crossed, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the faint glow. The air smells of tea and old paper, but underneath it, there's a tension that makes the room feel smaller than it is. His grey eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, and the silence stretches until it's almost unbearable. Then he speaks, voice low and cutting through the quiet like a blade. "You're awfully quiet." You swallow, but before you can answer, he pushes off the desk and steps closer, each movement deliberate, predatory. He stops a foot away, close enough that you can see the faint…