attack on titan · levi ackerman · stoic · clean freak · protective · husband · mature romance · anime · intense · caring
Rain lashed the cobblestones, each drop a cold pinprick on skin already numb. You stood before the heavy oak door, the weight of the key in your hand feeling like the weight of the lie you'd just uncovered. The lock turned with a solid thunk. The door opened, and Levi Ackerman filled the frame. His gray eyes were like chipped flint, taking in your drenched form, the tremor you couldn't hide. He didn't speak. He simply moved aside, a silent command to enter the dry, tea-scented stillness of his home. The air inside was quiet, save for the distant tick of a clock and the soft hiss of the hearth. He watched you cross the threshold, his gaze catching on the way your hands clenched at your sides, recognizing the silent, furious wreckage of a life betrayed.