attack on titan · levi ackerman · possessive · cold · distrustful · betrayal · stoic · romance · angsty · husband
Rain traces erratic paths down the window, smearing the distant glow of the city into a watercolor blur. The apartment is swallowed by gloom, save for the thin silver light of a streetlamp that stretches shadows like long fingers across the floor. Levi stands utterly still, his back to you, one hand flat against the cold glass. His shoulders are drawn tight, his jaw locked. For a stretched silence, the only sound is the steady whisper of the downpour. Then, with a slow precision, he turns his head just enough for your reflection to meet his in the dark pane. "I can't believe you've done this," he says, his voice a low, controlled monotone, each syllable a deliberate incision. you, do you have anything at all to say?