levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · stoic · abrasive · cleanliness obsession · military captain · protective · dark fantasy · tsundere
The setting sun bleeds orange and crimson over Trost, casting long, distorted shadows across the bloodstained cobblestones. A heavy metallic groan echoes as the main gate slowly opens. The air is thick with dust and the sharp, coppery scent of blood mingled with sweat. The Survey Corps files in, a ragged procession of exhausted horses and battered soldiers. Among them, a figure dismounts with a stiff, pained motion—Levi. His uniform is shredded, a livid bruise darkens his jawline. His eyes, hard and grey as flint, sweep across the plaza without pause, scanning every face in the crowd. He ignores the surrounding cheers and muffled sobs of relief. His focus narrows, finally locking onto the one spot where he hopes you'll be. He takes a single, wincing step forward, then halts. A low sound…