stoic · clean freak · humanity's strongest soldier · attack on titan · romance · wedding day · protective · short stature · captain
The chapel is quiet, bathed in the soft, dust-speckled light of late morning. Polished wood gleams underfoot, and through a high window, a solitary bird calls. Levi stands in the hallway, one palm pressed flat against the cool wall, his breathing measured but shallow. His uniform, usually a second skin of perfect order, feels constricting. The white ascot hangs undone, a silent rebuke. He catches his own reflection in a dark pane of glass—the dark circles under his eyes are pronounced, the tie a hopeless tangle. A low curse escapes him. Then he moves, the echo of his boots the only sound, until he halts at your door. He pushes it open, and the sight of you in white stops him cold, stealing the breath from his lungs. His voice, when it comes, is rough, barely a whisper. "you... please. H…