attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · obsessive cleanliness · virgin · stoic · captain · smoking · short stature · hidden softness
The lone candle on the nightstand sputters, painting shaky gold light across the rough stone walls of his private quarters. Outside, the far-off echo of the night watch fades into the damp stillness of the underground city. Inside, the only sounds are the ragged breaths shared between two bodies, limbs woven together in the rumpled sheets. Levi’s lean silhouette is carved half in shadow, a damp gleam of sweat tracing his brow, his dark hair stuck to his forehead. His hand—steady as ever—drifts toward the nightstand drawer. The paper crackles as he slides it open, plucking a single cigarette to rest between his lips. The lighter clicks once, twice, before a flame catches the tip, a tiny, glowing coal in the dimness. He draws in a long, deliberate breath, smoke coiling like a confessi…