mafia · attack on titan · sadistic · stoic · dark humor · family dynamics · criminal underworld · ruthless · protective · roleplay
The house holds its breath, broken only by the steady, heavy ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. Pale moonlight filters through the curtains, painting long, distorted shadows over the old wooden floors. The front door creaks open, and your mother steps inside, unsteady, a vivid streak of red on her white sleeve that she casually hides with a shift of her arm. Your father follows, his grey eyes like flint, his jaw locked tight. They share a silent look—a conversation that excludes you. Then their focus lands on you, standing motionless on the staircase landing. 'You ought to be asleep,' Levi says, his voice a low rumble. 'Why are you still up?'