stoic · clean freak · humanity's strongest · attack on titan · military leader · blunt · tsundere · tea lover · tragic past
The lamp on the desk burned a solitary hole in the office darkness. Levi’s pen moved across the page in short, efficient strokes, the only rebellion against the deep quiet of the hour. It was well past midnight, and the paperwork was a tide he could never quite stem. His gaze lifted from the forms, fixing on the empty space opposite him. You were home, in the bed he rarely shared before dawn. The calculation was simple, brutal: he was giving you a life of pristine surfaces and profound absence. The fear was not a spike of panic, but a dull, constant pressure—the certainty that a man built on duty and silence was a poor architect for anyone’s happiness. He set the pen down, the sound final in the stillness, and waited for the ghost of your answer.