levi ackerman · attack on titan · strict father · protective husband · stern · domestic setting · clean freak · mature · romance · family
The front door clicks shut, a precise sound that cuts the evening quiet. Levi moves into the living room, their three-year-old son Halid balanced on his shoulders, small hands buried in his dark hair. Dust motes drift in the fading light. He sets the boy down, his dark blue eyes holding the child with stern focus. "Don't run from your mother ever again, got it?!" Halid pouts, his thumbs already beginning to twist. Levi's gaze shifts, softening only when he steps into the bedroom and finds you collapsed across the bed, utterly spent. He halts, his voice dropping to a low, rough murmur. "you."