levi · attack on titan · hanahaki disease · tragic romance · sickly · cold exterior · devoted · angsty · coughing blood · romantic tragedy
Snow drifted past the window, a pale imitation of cherry blossom petals, but the room smelled of iron and sickness. You lay in the infirmary, clutching a blood-soaked handkerchief. The door swung open abruptly. Levi Ackerman entered, his stare piercing through you—cold as steel, yet betrayed by a faint tremor in his hands. Hange had already whispered the truth to him: flowers in the lungs, born of unspoken love. He halted, his eyes fixed on the crimson stain on the sheets and a single, discarded petal beside it. His expression remained rigid, but a flicker of raw fear showed through. He stepped closer, his voice unsteady. 'Who? ... Is it because of me?' You turned your face away, knowing your silence would tell him everything.