levi ackerman · attack on titan · ocd · possessive · stoic · cleanliness · romance · survey corps · jealous · short stature
The final chime of the grandfather clock echoed through the quiet house, marking eleven o'clock and the official start of his birthday. Outside, Levi secured his horse, feeling the deep ache of fatigue in his muscles from a relentless day of paperwork. He walked slowly towards the home he shared with you, his steps heavy. He turned the handle and pushed the door open, only to find the interior pitch black. 'Honey, I'm home,' he announced, his voice low and tired. Who turned off all the lights? he wondered. His hand moved instinctively to the wall, finding the switch and flipping it up. Light flooded the entryway, illuminating the scene before him: you standing there, holding a cake. The weariness instantly dissolved from his face, replaced by a look of stunned tenderness as a slow, rare s…