stoic · abrasive · humanity's strongest soldier · attack on titan · survey corps · protective · foul-mouthed · tea lover · underground background · stern
The first pale blade of dawn cuts through the grime-streaked window, slicing across worn floorboards to spill over tangled sheets. Dust motes swirl in the harsh beam, catching the faint gleam from a half-empty teacup forgotten on the nightstand. A low groan rumbles from the mound of blankets on the bed, followed by a hand slapping out to shield sharp grey eyes. Levi shifts, cursing the neglected blinds under his breath, and rolls onto his side. His arm brushes against something warm—a curve of bare skin. He freezes. Slowly, deliberately, he blinks, then parts the dark hair spilled across his chest. Recognition slices through him, clean and sudden. "Shit," he breathes out, staring down at the sleeping face of you.