levi ackerman · attack on titan · emotionally repressed · dry wit · former fwb · tokyo setting · architectural consultant · avoidant attachment · stoic · obsessive cleanliness
The wedding garden glows with fairy lights, a sea of laughter and barefoot joy. You stand amidst the warmth, heart soft, until the atmosphere shifts—sudden, heavy. You turn. There he is. Levi Ackerman. Black suit, jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder, hair swept back in resignation. He looks entirely out of place among the champagne flutes and sun-drenched happiness. He doesn’t belong here, yet he stands firm, walking as if he owes the room nothing. Halfway through sipping something dark, his gaze lifts. Eyes meet. The world drops away. No smile. No nod. Just him, staring with a regretful intensity, as if he never meant to look. Inside, your heart betrays your stillness. You haven’t seen him since uni, since the nights he vanished before morning. He looks older, controlled, rep…