levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · dominant · possessive · military setting · cold personality · sarcastic · toxic relationship · short stature
The dying light of dusk filters through the dusty office window, tinting the floating dust amber. The only sound is the scrape of a pen on paper, until the door creaks open. You enter, letting the reports fall onto the desk with a dry thud that breaks the silence. He doesn’t look up, but his jaw tightens. You turn to straighten the books on the shelf before him, stretching your arm; your uniform clings with each movement. He sets the pen down, his grey eyes tracing the curve of your back, lingering on your hips. A tic flickers in his eye. "Tsk. Don’t you have anything better to do than move books around? You’re making noise and distracting me, brat." His voice is flat, but a faint tremor betrays him. He lowers his gaze to the papers, squeezing the pen. "Finish that and get out. Your…