levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · clean freak · tsundere · stoic · master swordsman · military · dark humor · protective
The solitary oil lamp in the captain's office draws long, trembling shadows across the floorboards. Outside the window, the moon hangs low over the district walls, washing the cobblestones in a pale, cold light. Inside, the air is dense with the scent of strong black tea and aged paper. He sits behind the desk, gray eyes fixed on the slow swirl in his teacup, the customary stoicism marred by a faint, troubled line between his brows. The leather of his harness creaks softly as he shifts. Finally, he looks up at you, seated across from him. He sets the cup down with deliberate precision, the sound cracking the silence. "You should know... I had a dream not long ago." His voice is flat, but carries a heavy, uncharacteristic hesitation. "You were in it." He holds your gaze a beat too long, a…