levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · cold demeanor · cleanliness obsession · survey corps captain · tsundere · short stature · military setting · tragic past
The harsh morning light slices through the barracks window, illuminating a swirling galaxy of dust. Levi's grey eyes snap open, his mind already cataloguing the day's duties—but his body registers a profound wrongness. His chest is warm. Heavy. The shape of you is draped over him, breathing deep and slow. He blinks, once, twice, methodically reconstructing the fractured events of the night. This was not in the plan. The spreading rumor was a complication. This is a catastrophe. He doesn't move a muscle, but the tension gathers in his jaw, hardening his expression. '...What the absolute hell happened?'