His Wounded Heart Beats For One (Levi x Reader Fanfiction)

13: The Dreadful Notion Surfaces, Wanted Or Not

The room is only illuminated by the moonlight, and barely at that. Crouched in the windowsill, you peer inside to find its occupant. Against the far wall, a single bed is stationed in the corner, its sheets made neatly without a wrinkle out of place and no individual occupying them. A pair of tall boots stand at its foot, the Scout Regiment-issued shoes meant for ODM users. On the same timber wall, the entrance door stays firmly shut.

To your right, on the same wall as the window, a bare desk holds a stationery kit and an extinguished lamp. Its chair has been placed against the right wall by the user that currently occupies it.

Levi is hunched over, his forearms poised on his spread thighs and his slender fingers clasped. He's lost his uniform, only wearing a white button-up he's undone the top few buttons of. His sleeves have been folded back neatly, the ivory skin of his wrists barely visible in the dim light. You could've mistaken him for a statue with how stilly he holds himself, his body kept motionless like a stalking cat observing its prey.

He's observing, certainly. Silver eyes are fixed on you far before you see them, and they're unblinking knives that nearly cause you to physically recoil from fright. His face is hard to make out, but you can already feel the choking force of his glare as it consumes you whole. You're compelled to make yourself as still as he is, unable to leave your perch on the sill.

An eternity could've passed under his ravening eyes. You finally blink, the first registered movement since you came to his room. You're not even inside yet; just a hesitant prey sitting on the sill of the lion's den.

"Levi," you whisper.

He draws a finger to his lips, commanding silence.

You grip the window frame, feeling as though no movements are allowed without his permission. Silence lingers as you stare at this static vulture, waiting for his instruction.

He beckons, luring you into his lair.

Moving with the same nimbleness you used to creep across the camp, you set one foot on his floor before letting its partner join it, now fully entered into his room. You disconnect from the windowsill, standing openly for his eyes to take you in.

Your clothes hardly feel appropriate, especially compared to his modest attire. The chemise is borderline scanty, a pathetic outfit to approach this menacing beast in. This notion hasn't quite crossed your mind until this moment, when you're plainly exposed in clothes unbecoming of a nurse. You have to wear nightwear around the other women, but being alone with Levi leaves you feeling virtually naked.

He puts up a hand before you even start moving, drawing you out of your shyness. An index is pointed at your feet, leading your eyes to the floor.

It's your shoes. He doesn't want you wearing them inside. Taking just a moment to process this, you stoop down and slide off your sandals, leaving them underneath the window. You look to him for approval.

He nods once, then beckons again. You can come closer now.

Heeding him, your bare feet delicately cross the rug covering a portion of the floor, stopping just a meter away from Levi. He clasps his hands again, resuming his unmoving pose as his eyes drag over your body. He's quick in his examination, and soon he returns to your face with a satisfied sigh.

"You actually came," he whispers.

You nod, grateful the dim lightning hides your reddened cheeks.

"It's fine. You can speak. Just whisper," he instructs, demonstrating as much himself.

"Okay." You smooth out your chemise pointlessly.

He rises to his feet, taking the single step closer to you. "I'm surprised. I didn't think you had the courage to sneak out like this."