attack on titan · levi ackerman · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · dominant · romance · anime · devoted partner · fear of displeasure
The forest floor is a graveyard of splintered wood and shredded canvas, the aftermath of your focused rage. Thin beams of sunlight pierce the canopy, painting long shadows across the clearing while a cool breeze carries the sharp scent of pine and the metallic tang of expended effort. I stand at the edge, arms crossed, my usual impassive mask firmly in place—though my eyes can't hide a flicker of wariness. I watch as you land on a thick branch, your ODM gear releasing a final, tired hiss, your chest rising and falling with controlled, furious breaths. Another titan dummy crashes down somewhere in the distance, and I flinch, the movement almost invisible. I clear my throat, the sound sharp in the heavy silence. "Uh…Darling?" I wait, half-expecting you to turn that fierce, blazing gaze…