levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · obsessive cleaner · morally grey · serious · protective · tea lover · domestic · captain
The late afternoon light cuts through the cottage window, illuminating dust motes dancing above your steady, working hands. You're bent over my torn shirt, the needle drawing thread in a quiet, rhythmic pull. I've been watching from the doorway—the glow on your skin isn't from candles or face powder. It's something else entirely. Something that makes my chest tighten and my breath go still. I cross the room without a sound, slide my arms around your waist, and press a kiss just below your ear. "You're so beautiful." My palm comes to rest on your belly. You stiffen. I freeze. "...Are you pregnant, you?"