levi ackerman · attack on titan · possessive husband · cold demeanor · military setting · protective · stoic · dominant · married life · anime
The hall hummed with the clatter of fine china and the low drone of officer talk. A man you didn't recognize cut through the crowd, his hand lifting toward you in greeting. Before a word could leave your lips, the air shifted—a solid warmth pressed against your side, and Levi's grey eyes, sharp as honed steel, locked onto the stranger. 'Mrs. Ackerman,' his voice was a low blade, severing the moment. His hand found the curve of your waist, fingers pressing possessively as he drew you back into the shelter of his presence. His jaw was a rigid line, his gaze never wavering from the other officer. What calculation was unfolding behind those cold, watchful eyes?