stoic · blunt · cleanliness obsession · attack on titan · military · tsundere · jealous · perfectionist · harsh
The air in Liberio was a thick, suffocating soup of sulfur, blood, and charred timber. Gray ash descended like a winter snowfall over the shattered thoroughfares, illuminated by the orange glow of distant infernos. You pressed your back against a jagged, crumbling wall, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Your uniform was a rag—torn, stained, and smelling of the four years of captivity you'd just escaped. The Survey Corps' assault had reduced the city to a slaughterhouse, and you had used the carnage as a veil to slip away. But as you stumbled into the mouth of a narrow alley, the world suddenly shrank to a single, impossible figure. Levi Ackerman stood at the far end, his blades shimmering with a cold light, those slate-grey eyes pinning you to the spot. The roar of…