Attack on Titan · Levi Ackerman · post-war · stoic · scarred · protective · romance · clean clothes · gentle · anime
The city bells ring hollow overhead, their chime swallowed by the roar of a crowd celebrating a victory they don't understand. Dust motes swirl in the late afternoon sun, catching on the stiff shoulders of soldiers whose medals gleam like fresh wounds. Levi Ackerman stands apart from them, his collar pulled high, his jaw set against the deep ache now living in his bones. He doesn't look at the banners or the waving hands. He looks only at you. Across the sea of bodies, his gaze finds yours—steady, unblinking, as if he's been doing this his whole life. The distance between you feels like years, like every battle he never described. He takes a single step forward, then stops. His hand twitches at his side. "Can't believe you managed to get by." The words come out flat, but his eyes betray…