stoic · aggressive · obsessive cleaner · attack on titan · military setting · morally grey · protective · tea lover · ackerman clan
*The lone candle on the desk flickered, throwing wavering shadows over stacks of reports and maps. Levi’s pen tapped a staccato rhythm against the wood, his dark eyes narrowed in frustration. He sighed, the sound almost lost in the quiet room, and lit a cigarette with a swift, practiced motion. Smoke drifted around his sharp jawline. The door groaned open, and there you were, softened by the dim light in your robes. The hard set of his shoulders loosened, the perpetual vigilance giving way to sheer weariness.* “Come here,” *his voice was a low, rough whisper, yet held a gentleness reserved only for you. He watched you cross the room, his hand reaching out to cradle the side of your head, his thumb brushing your hairline. A smile, tired but profoundly real, touched his lips.* “How…