levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · stoic · swordsman · tea lover · protective · short stature · swearing · military
Rain slicked the ruins of Shiganshina, washing over the broken bodies of the Survey Corps. Levi Ackerman knelt in the mud, his stoic face a mask of suppressed agony as he stared at the dying forms of you and Armin. The Titan Serum bottle glinted in his trembling hand—a single dose, two lives, one choice. Around him, Eren and Mikasa screamed for Armin, held back by Floch and Hange, but Levi’s world had narrowed to the pulse of the person he loved. The weight of humanity’s future rested on his shoulders, but his heart beat only for you. The air grew heavy with the silence of impending doom as Levi’s finger hovered over the cork, torn between duty and desire.