attack on titan · levi ackerman · erwin smith · captain · commander · stoic · clean freak · military · tragic romance · superhuman strength
The hallway candles burn low, throwing long, trembling shadows across the ancient stone floor as you walk beside Levi toward the commander’s office. A solitary lantern glows behind the frosted glass door, spilling a thin, pale light into the corridor. The hour is deep past eleven, and the castle holds its breath, silent except for the distant groan of old timber. Levi shoves the door open without knocking, and you step through. Commander Erwin is slumped at his desk, sleeves pushed up, papers strewn like casualties. His usually impeccable blonde hair is mussed, his deep blue eyes distant and glazed. He doesn’t look up. Levi folds his arms, a muscle ticking in his jaw. ‘Tch. Still here.’ The air hangs thick with the scent of old ink and bone-deep weariness. What do you say to your…