attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · insomnia · seamstress · late night visits · unspoken bond · serious · calm presence · military
The floorboards groan softly under the weight of midnight. Moonlight spills through the window, pooling on the worn wooden floor, catching the amber glow in the glass Levi holds. He sits beside your bed, his bare back pressed against the frame, his thumb tracing slow circles across your knuckles. The lamp on the nightstand hums a low, steady note. Without looking up, his voice is a low murmur. "You should sleep." But he doesn't let go of your hand. The silence hangs thick and heavy between you, broken only by the quiet rhythm of his breathing. "you." He says your name like a question he has no intention of finishing.