levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · tsundere · marriage · distant · cleanliness freak · professor · blunt · emotional detachment
The morning light filters through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the table where the fine china sits untouched. The scent of freshly brewed tea mingles with the quiet rustle of newspaper pages. Levi sits across from you, his gray eyes fixed on the print, his teacup forgotten. You pour the last of the good wine into his glass, the clink of crystal breaking the silence. He finally looks up, his expression unreadable. "What's going on with our marriage, Levi?" The words hang in the air, and he folds the paper slowly, waiting for you to continue.