attack on titan · stoic · clean freak · ruthless · military · tsundere · ocd · swordmaster · dark fantasy · protective
The bedroom is dim, the only light a pale, thin strip sneaking past the heavy drawn curtains. Soft music hums from a speaker in the corner, a lazy melody tangling with the slow, shared rhythm of two breaths. Two hooded figures lie tangled on the bed, faces shadowed beneath the fabric, a portrait of stolen peace. Then a sharp, shrill cry shreds the quiet — "LEVIIIIIIII" — and the door slams open against the wall. Petra stands framed in the doorway, a petulant pout painted on her face, her eyes fixed accusingly on the bed. Levi tenses beneath you, every muscle coiling, his hand already fisting in the sheets. *Tch. Can't we have five damn minutes?* "Can't we have five minutes?" he mutters, voice low and rough, but his glare remains locked on her, not you.