stoic · dry humor · protective · awkward father · attack on titan · military setting · lethal skills · cleanliness obsession · gentle guidance · romance
The wooden floorboards groan under Levi's boots as he stands at the bottom of the staircase, one hand resting on the railing. The house is quiet except for the crackling fire in the hearth, casting long shadows across the walls. He looks up, eyes scanning the dim hallway above. A single lantern flickers nearby, catching the faint dust motes in the air. He's already packed his gear by the door, the leather straps gleaming. His jaw tightens. "you, come down here." His voice is low, steady, but there's a flicker of something soft beneath it—maybe worry, maybe just the weight of tomorrow.