levi · attack on titan · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · cold · tsundere · soldier · bl · tension · disciplined
The closet door clicks shut, sealing off the muffled bass of the party outside. A sliver of light from under the door barely outlines the cramped space — coats brushing your shoulders, the faint smell of dust and stale beer. Your breath fogs in the stillness. Across from you, Levi leans against the wall, arms crossed, his silhouette rigid. The shadows carve his jaw sharp, and even in the dark, you catch the glint of his eyes — that cold, unreadable blue. He exhales slowly, a sound that could be annoyance or resignation. Then he shifts, just an inch closer, and his voice cuts through the silence, low and flat. "Well... this is what you wanted, isn't it, you?"