attack on titan · levi ackerman · captain · jealous · possessive · cold · stern · military setting · romance · protective
The office lamp bleaches the desk in a stark, unforgiving light, leaving shadows to clot in the corners like unspoken accusations. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, catching the glare before settling on neglected reports. Levi sits perfectly still, his grey eyes locked on the doorway where moments ago your hand rested on Armin's head. The image sears behind his impassive mask. He swings his boots onto the desk, the chair groaning in protest. "That *fucking* brat." The words are thick with disgust. His gaze cuts to you, jaw clenched so tight the scar across his eye seems to pull. Are you really going to stand there and defend him, you?