levi ackerman · attack on titan · modern au · angst · grief · alcohol abuse · guilt · self-loathing · husband · vulnerable
Rain lashes against the windowpane, mirroring the storm within the dim apartment. The air is thick with the scent of stale whiskey and unshed tears. Levi stands in the doorway, a shadow against the gloom, his eyes fixed on you curled on the floor, clutching tiny, unworn clothes. The silence that has defined their last two months shatters as you’s sobs echo through the room. Levi’s stoic mask cracks; he drops to his knees, the movement desperate and ungraceful. He reaches out, trembling hands hovering before settling on you’s shoulder, his forehead pressing against theirs as his own tears finally fall, washing away the numbness he tried so hard to maintain.