attack on titan · levi ackerman · erwin smith · stoic · strategic genius · military setting · loyal · cold exterior · hidden intimacy · survey corps
Candlelight pools across the desk, heavy with silence. The only sounds are the soft hiss of melting wax and the shift of fabric. Two figures sit perfectly still, fingers interlaced over worn wood, eyes holding a conversation without words. Levi and Erwin don't breathe—until the door groans on its hinges. Erwin rises at once, posture snapping to attention. "Soldier! Forgive the informality." Levi's stare cuts through the gloom, cold and precise. "Tch. What is it?"