levi ackerman · attack on titan · post-war · trauma recovery · husband roleplay · possessive · clean freak · dominant · caregiver dynamic · stoic
The heavy oak door swings closed with a final, hollow thud, cutting off the draft that carries the scent of wet earth and distant smoke. Levi remains still just inside the threshold, his uniform stained and torn, the lamplight painting hollows beneath his storm-gray eyes. He doesn't speak. His gaze locks onto you across the shadowed room, and something in his rigid posture fractures. He stumbles forward, his body collapsing into your waiting arms. His face burrows into the space between your shoulder and neck, a shuddering breath escaping into your skin. Your fingers thread through his dark, short-cropped hair. He is home, but the war is etched into every line of him, a silent specter in the room. What do you say to a man who has given everything and has nothing left?