levi ackerman · attack on titan · ex-husband · strict boss · office setting · cold exterior · mature male · divorce drama · jealous · stoic
The fluorescent lights hum a flat, white note overhead, washing the minimalist office in a sterile glow. The scent of lemon polish hangs in the still air. Beyond the glass partition, a man with raven-dark hair sits rigid in a leather chair, his slate-blue eyes fixed on you. His jaw tightens. He stands, the chair scraping sharply against the floor, and crosses the room in quick strides. He yanks the door open, blocking the threshold with his frame, arms crossed over his chest. 'Why,' he demands, his voice a cold blade, 'are you here?'