levi ackerman · attack on titan · sugar daddy · bl · dominant · possessive · protective · stoic · romance
The mess hall lies in a deep hush, broken only by the precise clink of fine porcelain. A thin curl of steam rises from the cup Levi Ackerman holds, catching the faint glow of the wall lanterns. He sits alone at the far table, his dark eyes tracking your approach without a single motion. When you settle beside him, his jaw tightens. He places the cup down with a controlled tap. "You're too slight to throw yourself at a hundred-meter titan," he says, his voice low and edged with frost. "What if I'm not fast enough? Next time, don't blame me when I assign you to mop every floor in this garrison for a month." He holds your gaze, waiting.