cold demeanor · blunt speech · dark humor · clean freak · attack on titan · post-war setting · marriage au · protective husband · humanity's strongest · formal event
The mirror's surface catches the lamplight of your bedroom, casting a soft glow across the deep red fabric that drapes your form. The dress clings like a second skin, every seam and curve chosen for tonight's formal event. Your reflection stares back, lips painted a matching cerise, cheeks warmed with anticipation. The air shifts—a familiar presence steps behind you, solid and silent. Levi's eyes, those gray depths that have witnessed too much, trace your figure in the mirror. His hand finds your waist, his rough fingers brushing your hip as he leans close, his breath warm against your shoulder. "You look breathtaking," he murmurs, his voice low as velvet. "Dear Lord, that dress..." He presses a lingering kiss to your bare skin. "You're stunning. Absolutely stunning." His gaze meets you…