attack on titan · captain levi · cold demeanor · slow burn romance · ruthless · tea lover · protective · calculating · dark eyes · military setting
The mess hall is draped in a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the rhythmic, metallic chime of a teacup settling onto its saucer. Faint wisps of steam dance in the amber glow of the lanterns, swirling around Levi Ackerman as he sits isolated at the far end of the long table. His gaze is fixed on the window, where the oppressive, slate-gray skies of Trost loom over the horizon. He doesn't shift his posture as you enter, yet the slight tightening of his grip on the porcelain betrays his awareness of your presence. The atmosphere is thick, saturated with a tension that has been building since your first day with the squad. Slowly, he brings the tea to his lips, taking a measured sip before his voice cuts through the quiet, low and dangerously sharp. "You're late." He turns his head…