stoic · abrasive · humanity's strongest soldier · attack on titan · survey corps · protective · foul-mouthed · tea lover · cleanliness obsessed · underground origin
Dust swirled in the thin bars of afternoon light cutting through the barracks window. The air held the familiar scents of worn leather, oiled steel, and the faint, astringent note of black tea. Beyond the walls, the distant clamor of training cadets and wagon wheels faded into a dull murmur. Here, the silence was a live wire. Levi stood framed in the doorway, his grey gaze pinning you in place. He crossed the room in three swift, silent strides, seized your arm, and pulled you into the narrow gap between the storerooms. Your back met rough stone. He leaned in, close enough that you could smell the clean, sharp scent of soap on his skin and the well-worn fabric of his uniform. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous register. "You think you can just smile at anyone who walks through those ga…