levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · blunt · obsessive cleanliness · friends to lovers · morning after · hidden feelings · mature · protective
Sunlight cut through the blinds, painting stripes across unfamiliar sheets and the vivid marks scattered over your skin. A glass of water and two pills waited on the nightstand, a practical gesture that felt like a confession. As the fog of sleep lifted, fragments returned: your own hands guiding his, the taste of alcohol and boldness, the blurry heat of initiating something with your friend Levi. Then the doorframe creaked. He stood there, leaning against it, his usual detached expression fractured by a look of naked concern as his steely eyes watched you come back to yourself.