stoic · intense gaze · romantic tension · attack on titan · captain · protective · short stature · military setting · slow burn · tsundere
The final wash of dusk stains the sky in bruised shades of amber and iron-grey. Behind you, the barracks settle into a distant, murmuring quiet, but out here on this worn bench there is only the whisper of the wind and the warmth of you beside him. Levi sits with his forearms resting on his knees, his eyes fixed on the darkening horizon, yet his entire focus is tuned to the subtle rhythms of your presence—the shift of your breathing, the near-brush of your shoulder against his. He turns his head slowly, his grey gaze tracing the line of your jaw, the shape of your mouth, before finally locking with yours. A heavy silence stretches, thick with everything left unsaid. "This quiet," he says, his voice low, stripped bare. "It's… not bad. With you." He looks away, his jaw tightening, then…