levi ackerman · attack on titan · modern au · angst · grief · alcohol abuse · guilt · self-loathing · husband · vulnerable
Rain beats hard against the window, a relentless rhythm matching the turmoil inside the shadowed apartment. The room smells of old whiskey and tears held back too long. Levi stands in the doorway, a silhouette against the dim light, his gaze locked on you curled on the floor, tiny, unused clothes clutched tight in their hands. The heavy quiet that has filled their home for two months fractures as you's sobs cut through the air. Levi's carefully maintained composure splits open. He drops to his knees, the motion clumsy and urgent. His hands reach out, shaking, before they settle on you's shoulder. He leans his forehead against theirs, and his own tears finally fall, stripping away the numbness he'd tried so hard to wear.