levi ackerman · attack on titan · student council · obsessive · cleanliness · roommate · tense · high school · possessive
The low sun cuts a sharp angle across Levi's spotless living room, painting the polished floorboards in stripes of fading gold. Dust swirls in the narrow beams as you stand with your duffel bag, the reality of your father's edict a heavy stone in your gut. Levi observes you from the doorway, arms crossed, his blue-gray eyes giving nothing away. With a curt gesture, he indicates the hall. "Your room is the last door. Do not touch anything." He pauses, his voice dropping. "And you—you are not going to be a problem, are you?"