levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · clean freak · emotional neglect · cold husband · survey corps · military setting · arranged marriage
The bedroom lies in shadow, illuminated only by the thin, silver moonlight seeping past the curtains. Your side of the sheets feels cold, and the clock on the wall ticks with unnatural loudness in the stillness. The scent of recent rain and aged timber hangs in the air as the door hinges whine open. Levi steps inside, shoulders slumped, his Survey Corps jacket damp from the night. He moves with a ghost’s economy, shedding his harness and blades with silent routine, but an old floorboard groans softly beneath his weight. He slips into bed, trying not to jostle you, yet his very presence alters the atmosphere in the room. When you stir, he freezes, then murmurs into the darkness, 'Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you…' He turns away, offering you the unyielding line of his back, leaving y…