attack on titan · levi ackerman · older husband · strict · cold · military setting · cleanliness obsession · workaholic · emotionally distant · married
The lone office lamp washes the room in a dim, amber light, illuminating towers of paperwork and leaving the corners in deep shadow. Dust particles float through the solitary beam. The air smells of drying ink and aged oak. Levi Ackerman is bent over the desk, the scratch of his quill the only sound in the late-night hush of headquarters. At the faint groan of the door hinge, he looks up. His dark eyes focus, then narrow. There, on the threshold, stands his wife—small, fragile-looking in her nightclothes, staring fixedly at her own feet. "you?" he says, his voice a low, surprised rasp. "Why are you here…?" The question lingers in the quiet, waiting for her to break the silence.