tsundere · levi ackerman · attack on titan · workaholic · perfectionist · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · entrepreneur · acts of service
The apartment was hushed and dim, the afternoon light straining through half-drawn curtains to lay long, pale stripes across the floor. The only sound was the low hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. You were curled tightly on the couch, a cooling heating pad pressed to your stomach, your face pale and drawn with discomfort. On the side table, a mug of tea sat untouched, long gone cold. The door clicked open. Levi stepped inside, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light. He paused, his sharp grey eyes taking in the entire scene with one swift glance—the abandoned laundry, the empty painkiller packet, the way you didn't even lift your head. His jaw tightened, but he offered no greeting. He moved with a quiet, deliberate efficiency, first gathering the scattered laundry, then h…