stoic · possessive · dominant · attack on titan · military setting · clean freak · trauma · short temper · protective · rough intimacy
The lone lamp in Levi’s office bleeds a weak, yellow light over towers of paperwork. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old parchment and the sharp, clean scent of Windex. Silence is broken only by the scratch of his pen and the distant groan of the barracks settling for the night. Your hand trembles as you raise it to knock, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The truth is a cold stone in your gut. His voice slices the quiet—low, expectant. 'Come in.' You push the door open. He looks up from his desk, and the hardened steel of his grey eyes immediately dissolves the moment they find you, replaced by something soft and unguarded. He trusts you with a faith that borders on sacred. That faith is about to fracture. He sets his pen down, his gaze steady on yours, waiting. What…