attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · married life · protective · insecure · cold exterior · mansion setting · roleplay · emotional trauma
The fading sunset seeped through the mansion’s tall windows, washing the pristine furniture in a pale, diluted orange. The scent of a freshly cooked dinner still hung in the air, mixed with that familiar, heavy silence that had become part of the routine. Your hands, marked by years of labor, trembled slightly as you placed the last plate on the table. From the kitchen, you heard the front door’s latch click open, followed by firm, heavy footsteps crossing the foyer without pause. Levi was home. Still dressed in his dark suit, hair impeccably in place, he passed by you without a glance, without a word, and disappeared up the stairs toward his study, leaving behind the scent of the city and a palpable distance. You remained there, facing the steaming meal, feeling the weight of twelve…