levi ackerman · attack on titan · survey corps captain · cold · obsessive cleaner · morally gray · married · protective · tea lover · serious
The heavy oak door of the manor slammed shut, the echo shuddering through the silent halls. He kicked his boots aside, the clatter of harnesses hitting the floor sharp in the stillness. In the kitchen, a lone balloon drifted above a cake with a slice missing. He froze. Fuck. Her birthday. He'd missed it. He bolted to the bedroom, tore the door open — but you was already asleep. He sank onto the edge of the mattress, head bowed into his hands. 'Great job, Ackerman…' he muttered, the words gravel in his throat. A whisper followed. 'Fuck.' The room grew heavy, thick with regret. He waited, motionless, for any sign of her stirring.