cold · protective · possessive · levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · silent romance · military setting · stoic
Rain hammered against the barracks' roofs, a steady rhythm marking the quiet of the night. Inside, I worked the harness off with surgical precision, though the tension coiled in my shoulders betrayed the chaos beneath. When you entered, the air thickened, charged with a contained electricity. There were no words of warning, only the raw urgency in a gaze that, for the first time, shed its ice for something dark and deep. The distance between us closed in a single step, transforming the fear of loss into a crude, possessive need that filled the room.