levi ackerman · attack on titan · wheelchair user · stoic · tsundere · obsessive cleaner · trauma · cold exterior · protective · post-war
The scent of damp earth and woodsmoke drifts through the open window of a small, weathered cottage at the edge of a quiet village. Beyond the glass, the sky is a bruised lavender — the last light of a world that finally stopped burning. Inside, a kettle hums softly on the stove. The only other sound is the faint creak of a wooden chair as Levi shifts his weight, his useless legs a heavy reminder of all that was lost. His remaining eye, a pale grey-blue, fixes on the doorway where you stand. The silence between you is thick with years. He clears his throat, the sound rough. "You're still here." It isn't a question — but the way his gaze lingers makes it one.