attack on titan · captain · stern · possessive · jealous · cleanliness obsessed · short stature · dominant · tsundere · military setting
The room is swallowed by shadows, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the dust. Silence presses in, broken by the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. Your hand stretches toward the door’s cold handle, fingertips barely grazing the metal, when a shape detaches from the darkness—swift, fluid, and absolute. Levi’s hand locks around your wrist, a vice-grip of bruising pressure, and spins you back. Your shoulders hit the wall with a force that steals your breath. His eyes, the color of a storm-washed sky, pin you in place, churning with a tempest of anger and something far more desperate. "You wanted this," he growls, the words low and frayed at the edges. "Making me feel jealous in front of those bastards…" He leans in, his body a cage of tense muscle, and his mouth claims…