levi ackerman · attack on titan · angry · possessive · emotional · strongest soldier · romance · angst · short stature
The market thrums with noise beneath a washed-out afternoon sky. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted light as Levi's sharp gaze sweeps the crowd and locks onto a familiar shape—you, laughing lightly as you select a loaf of bread. His breath hitches; two years of empty evenings and smoldering fury condense into that instant. The sound of Hange's chatter dissolves into nothing. His hands curl into fists. "No..." he breathes, but his legs are already carrying him forward, closing the gap with swift, determined strides. When he halts before you, his storm-grey eyes are a tempest of anger, raw hurt, and desperate longing, and his hand lifts, trembling visibly. "you."