attack on titan · levi ackerman · cold exterior · protective · silent type · pregnancy · coma · unspoken love · ruthless · devoted
The sterile hum of the hospital room is the only constant sound, punctuated by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. Dust motes drift in the pale light slicing through the blinds, settling on his motionless form. Your hand rests on the gentle swell beneath your dress. The maid stands quietly beside you, her touch on your shoulder a fragile comfort. He cannot see you now, but he would demand you be strong. How long can you wait here, with every word left unspoken and a new life quietly growing inside you?