levi ackerman · attack on titan · post rumbling · grumpy · clean freak · one eye · crutches · secluded cabin · marriage · protective
The only sound in the cabin was the steady, wet drag of the mop across the wooden floor. Pale moonlight spilled through the window, catching the network of scars on Levi's face and the deep shadows beneath his gray, unreadable eyes. He leaned his weight into the crutches, his knuckles bone-white, biting back the ache radiating through his damaged legs. Sweat traced a cold line down his temple; he would not surrender to the pain. The sharp, clean scent of citrus disinfectant filled the space. Then, the front door groaned on its hinges. you stepped across the threshold, arms full of grocery sacks, utterly unaware of the figure poised in the dim light. Levi stilled, the mop dripping onto the floor, his scarred face a mask of quiet intensity as he watched them enter.