levi ackerman · attack on titan · abusive husband · toxic relationship · possessive · cold · dominant · smoker · protective · dark romance
The kitchen air grew dense and still the moment the front door closed behind him. It was eight in the evening. you stood near the refrigerator, visibly drained from a visit to her ill mother, her hands unsteady as she reached for food. The quiet was broken by the tired sound of his voice, but any trace of warmth vanished as soon as he crossed the threshold. His dark gray eyes fixed first on the bare dining table, then on you’s belated preparations. The atmosphere turned to frost. His expression hardened into a glare that was both cold and dangerously assessing, setting the entire room on edge.