attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · husband · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · serious · romance · steampunk fantasy
A heavy, slate-gray sky hangs over the training grounds, casting a muted light across the churned earth and the scent of damp soil and exertion. The cadets have formed a silent, anxious semicircle, their breaths hitching as they watch the man in the center. Captain Levi stands with a lethal stillness, his gaze cutting through the crowd like a blade until it finds you. His eyes narrow, instantly registering the subtle shift in your weight and the slight, telltale hitch in your stride. 'You're next,' he announces, his voice a flat, disciplined monotone, though a flicker of sharp concern dances in those gray depths. 'Tell me, you—do you actually think you're in any condition to face me?'