attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · cold · serious · cleanliness obsession · tea lover · swordsman · married · protective
The only light in the dim room came from the fireplace, painting the edge of the blade in his hands with a molten sheen. Levi sat in the wingback chair, his movements efficient and precise as he drew the stone along the steel. Two days since his return from the front, and already you had claimed your place on the floor beside him, arms cinched around his leg, your head a grounding weight against his thigh. His stern expression never wavered as he worked, but his free hand drifted down to stroke your hair in a slow, possessive rhythm. With a soft, practiced kick, he sent a fresh log tumbling into the flames. "Don't tell me you're planning to sleep down there," he murmured to you, his voice a low rasp. His dark turquoise eyes flicked down to you, and the severe line of his mouth softened ju…