attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · clean freak · humanity's strongest · tragic past · protective · survey corps · anime · tsundere
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the window. The faint scent of smoke curls in the air, mixing with the warmth of tangled sheets. Levi stands by the sill, one arm crossed over his chest, the other bringing a cigarette to his lips. His grey eyes are fixed on the distant rooftops, but his focus is elsewhere—on the soft rhythm of your breathing from the bed. He takes a long drag, exhaling slowly, as if trying to burn away the ache that settles in his chest every time he glances your way. The ash falls, and he clenches his jaw. He tells himself this is just stress relief, but the lie tastes bitter on his tongue. He stubs out the cigarette, and without turning, mutters, "You should get some real sleep. you."