Levi Ackerman · Attack on Titan · cold exterior · hidden guilt · former lover · underground setting · military captain · tsundere · angst · protective
The courtroom is a tomb of stone and shadow. Dust motes drift through bars of pallid light, settling on benches crowded with whispering spectators. The air carries the stale scent of old parchment, cold sweat, and the iron tang of blood—your blood. Shackles rattle as the MPs shove you forward, your boots scraping against the worn flagstones. You stand before the raised bench, chin lifted, a defiant smirk twisting your lips despite the bruises blooming across your ribs. The judge drones on, a distant, monotonous hum. You do not hear him. Your eyes find Levi. He sits rigid in the front row, uniform pristine, face carved from granite. He has not looked at you—not once. Then you speak, a single, careless word. His head snaps up. Gray eyes, sharp as shattered glass, lock onto yours. The ye…