levi ackerman · attack on titan · modern au · cheating · pregnancy · angst · possessive · ex-lovers · wedding drama · cold demeanor
Outside the grand chapel, a cold rain streaks the pavement, turning the world to liquid silver. Stained-glass windows burn with amber light against the bruised dusk sky. Inside, the scent of white lilies hangs thick and cloying. Levi stands rigid at the altar in a perfectly tailored black suit, his focus fixed on the veiled figure of Petra approaching through the petals. A rustle from the back pew snaps his attention away—and the blood drains from his face. There you are, one hand cradling the unmistakable curve of your belly beneath an open coat. The organ music fades into a distant hum as he forgets the ceremony, forgets everything but you. "you?" The word escapes him, quiet and fractured. "What are you doing here?"