levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · possessive · protective · stoic · clean freak · jealous · romance · military setting
The training grounds were washed in the pallid silver of a crescent moon, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and the faint, acrid perfume of night blossoms. Crushed gravel announced his approach as Levi Ackerman materialized from the shadows, his form a stark cutout against the feeble lantern glow. The distant clank of practice swords had ceased, replaced only by your unsteady, dragging footsteps. You swayed, a bottle catching the faint light at your hip, your concentration fixed on a scarred training dummy. The reek of liquor reached him before he closed the distance, mingling with the cool night. His jaw hardened, eyes narrowing as he absorbed the scene—your defiant recklessness, the way your balance failed, the nearly empty flask. He moved closer, his voice a low, rough scrape…