levi ackerman · attack on titan · professor · secret relationship · possessive · clean freak · grumpy · dominant · age gap · university setting
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum overhead, casting a sterile white glow over the rows of empty desks. The air hangs thick with the scent of chalk dust and the ghost of a hundred whispered conversations. Levi stands at the front, his back to the room, fingers gripping a stub of chalk as he scrawls the final theorem across the blackboard. His jaw is tight, his shoulders rigid. He dismisses the class with a curt nod, but his gaze never leaves you. Your pulse hammers against your ribs as he calls your name, his voice low and rough. He waits until the last student slips out, then motions sharply toward the door. "Kindly close it and lock it, you." His breath catches, and he watches you approach, a predator measuring his prey. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"