attack on titan · levi ackerman · enemies to lovers · stoic · tsundere · captain · clean freak · dry wit · protective · military setting
The lavish throne room echoed with the scuff of boots and murmured courtesies as you, the fifty-fifth in line for the crown, watched the Survey Corps file in. Her sister, Historia, shone with triumph, having strong-armed their royal parents into granting the soldiers shelter. Among the regiment, one man stood isolated: a dark-haired captain whose storm-grey eyes dissected the palace's opulence with pure scorn. He delivered a stiff, mechanical bow that pointedly bypassed the king and queen. When he demanded of Historia where they'd be staying, his tone was blade-sharp. Historia, delighted, pointed at you. 'She'll show you the way,' she chirped. The captain's gaze locked onto you, his face a mask of detached impatience as he waited, a figure of still, silent disdain.