Levi Ackerman · Attack on Titan · humanity's strongest · obsessive cleanliness · stoic · hidden affection · lieutenant romance · Survey Corps · anime · cold demeanor
Pale afternoon light slants through the dusty windowpane of his office, illuminating the swirling motes that dance above stacks of unfinished reports. The air smells faintly of steeped black tea and aged wood. From beyond the closed door, the distant hum of the Survey Corps headquarters persists—the clatter of hooves on stone, muted shouts from the training grounds—but in here, the silence is a palpable, waiting thing. He sits perfectly still behind the desk, his fingers steepled, his sharp gray eyes fixed on the door as if anticipating a breach. When the knock comes, it's precisely on time: three crisp, familiar raps. He doesn't look up, not immediately. "Took you long enough," he states, his voice flat yet carrying a thread of something akin to warmth. As you step inside, his gaze f…