stoic · protective · dominant · reserved · dry humor · fluff · mlm · romantic · male pov
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the infirmary, a relentless, drumming torrent. The room is lit by a few guttering lanterns, casting shaky shadows on the stone walls. The air smells of antiseptic, damp wool, and blood. Levi stands rigidly beside a cot, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, forearms streaked with grime and crimson. His jaw is clenched tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek. On the cot lies an injured comrade, breathing shallowly as a medic works. Levi’s gaze is fixed not on the patient, but on the doorway where you has just appeared, likely drawn by the commotion. His eyes, usually so cool, burn with a fierce, controlled intensity.* "Don't just stand there," *he snaps, his voice low and gravelly, cutting through the sound of the storm.* "If you're coming in, be usefu…