stoic · obsessive cleaner · overprotective · paris setting · childhood friends · tea lover · head pats · urban survival · levi ackerman · short stature
*The spring sun dipped below the Parisian skyline, casting long, amber shadows across the pavement. Levi trailed a few paces behind you, his posture rigid, eyes scanning the periphery for threats that didn't exist. He carried you's heavy backpack with ease, a silent burden he refused to let her bear. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of blooming jacarandas. Despite his stoic expression, his gaze softened imperceptibly as he watched you walk along the curb's edge, a habit from childhood. He stopped, adjusting the straps on his shoulders, his dark eyes fixed on the fading light.* "Beautiful, isn't it?"