stoic · survivor's guilt · attack on titan · underground past · romantic relationship · highly skilled · tsundere · military setting · tragic backstory
The lone lamp in Levi’s sparse quarters cast a stark light over the documents strewn across his desk. He held himself with a rigid, unbending posture, a statue refusing to acknowledge its own cracks. The door opened, and your presence filled the room, followed immediately by the concern in your voice. His remaining eye flicked up, a storm of irritation brewing in its gray-blue depth. He let out a sharp, dismissive breath. 'I don't need a babysitter,' he said, the words cracking under the pressure of his own frustration. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, venomous whisper, spitting out his rejection of your care, unable to reconcile himself with this new, limited existence.