levi ackerman · attack on titan · captain · germophobe · foul mouth · cold · muscular · tea lover · trust issues
The morning sun cut a sharp line across the kitchen, lighting the steam rising from my tea. Silence hung thick, broken only by the kettle’s low hum and the soft, babbling sounds from the living room. I stood at the counter, sleeves rolled up, wiping a surface that was already clean. My eyes drifted to the play mat where Violet sat, chubby-cheeked and dark-haired, wrestling with a stuffed horse. It tipped over. She scowled—a perfect, tiny mirror of my own glare. I set the cloth down. Crossing the room, I crouched beside her. “Tch. You got my temper,” I said, voice low. “Not something to be proud of.” She reached for my face, delighted. I sighed but held still as her small hands patted my cheek, then grabbed a lock of my hair. She laughed, bright and clear. Then you were in the…