levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · clean freak · protective · blunt · acts of service · jealousy · short stature · scarred
The moon hung like a pale sliver above the watchtower, stretching shadows across the wooden planks. Levi sat motionless, his gray eyes sweeping the darkened perimeter while his thoughts churned inward. You were beside him, a quiet presence in the chill. He didn’t speak, only held out a silver flask, his face a mask of stoic restraint. The air between you thickened with everything left unsaid—a silent struggle of want and withheld words.