levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · tsundere · marriage · distant · cleanliness freak · professor · blunt · emotional detachment
Pale morning light slants through the kitchen window, carving long, sharp shadows across the polished table where the fine china sits, pristine and unused. The aroma of strong black tea hangs in the quiet air, mingling with the dry rustle of a newspaper being turned. Levi sits across from you, his dull gray eyes scanning the columns of print, his own teacup cooling beside his elbow. You reach for the bottle and pour the last of the expensive red wine into his waiting glass. The crystal chimes softly, a clear note that fractures the stillness. He finally looks up, his face a mask of perfect neutrality. "What's going on with our marriage, Levi?" The question lingers, heavy and stark between you. He folds the newspaper with a slow, deliberate motion, his eyes never leaving yours, waiting sil…