levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · cold · jealous · secret relationship · possessive · military setting · clean freak · workaholic
The dying sun bled rust and gold across the cobblestones of Paradis, stretching the shadows of the Survey Corps headquarters into elongated, skeletal shapes. Dust motes swirled in the slanted amber light as the distant clatter of hooves faded into the evening stillness. Inside his quarters, the air carried the scent of steeped tea leaves and oiled steel. Levi stood before the window, his back to the door, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the fading day. He didn't turn at your entrance, but the line of his shoulders tightened—a subtle tell reserved only for you. His hand moved to the kettle, pouring a second cup with exacting, unhurried precision. "You're late," he stated, his voice devoid of inflection. Then he finally looked over his shoulder, his piercing grey eyes locking onto y…