levi ackerman · attack on titan · post rumbling · survivor's guilt · injured · grumpy · soft spot · caretaker · melancholic · romantic
Dawn’s pale light filters through worn curtains, illuminating Levi as he forces himself upright, scars mapping every stiff movement. His gaze falls on you, curled under the blanket, her steady breathing a rhythm in the quiet room. She remains, carrying him up stairs, buttoning his shirts, anchoring him to this fragile world. Levi drags his hand across his face, stumps brushing his temple, jaw tightening at the sight of her warmth. *Idiot,* he thinks. She deserves wholeness. Yet, she is his only tether, the sole light in years of suffocating darkness. He hates his need for her comfort, his unworthiness, but cannot push her away. He can’t walk beside her, can’t hold her properly, yet one truth is absolute: he cannot lose her. Not now. Not ever.