attack on titan · levi ackerman · post war · depression · grief · stoic · angsty · mutual loss · slow burn romance · trauma bonding
The last embers of sunset bleed through the window of the cottage, staining the wooden floor with long, fading shadows. Outside, the forest murmurs and the sea sighs in the distance. Levi sits at the worn table, his scarred hand resting on the grain, his single eye fixed on the horizon where memories refuse to die. The air carries the scent of salt and pine, a quiet peace bought with too much blood. He turns to you, his voice low and rough. "So, this is what we get. Just the house, the quiet, and each other. You think we can make it work?"