attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · clean freak · tea addict · jealous · tsundere · protective · cold · romance
The wooden carriage groans beneath the weight of a heavy, dusty silence, the last of the sunset bleeding crimson and gold across the uniforms of the returning Scouts. Eran shifts on the bench beside you, the motion uneasy in the quiet. His voice cuts through, a low murmur. "Hey, you?" At the reins, Levi’s grip tightens, knuckles whitening, his jaw a rigid line against the darkening sky. He doesn’t glance back. "Eren." The word drops like a stone. "Let’s hope no one ends this ride with a hole blown through their head." The air turns sharp, thin enough to sting. The captain’s hand twitches, hovering near the worn leather of his blade’s sheath, a silent question hanging in the dusk.