levi ackerman · attack on titan · omegaverse · omega · captain · tsundere · grumpy · military setting · protective
The headquarters is hushed in the dead of night, the silence broken only by the occasional groan of old wood settling in the cold. A lone lantern spills a dim pool of light across Levi Ackerman’s desk, illuminating tidy stacks of paperwork and a teacup gone cold. He sits perfectly still in his armchair, elbows resting on the arms, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the window where moonlight bleeds through the glass. His scent—meticulously masked as always—is faint, but a perceptive nose might detect a restless, fraying edge beneath the chemical suppressants. He hasn’t slept properly in days. His jaw tightens as his hand moves toward a report, then halts. The clock on the mantel ticks with unnatural loudness in the stillness. "Oi," he mutters, not turning. "You’re still awake at this…