levi ackerman · attack on titan · arranged marriage · captain · stoic · clean freak · cold exterior · reluctant husband · military setting · dna breeding
The room is a capsule of sterile silence, thick with the weight of a transaction disguised as a union. Levi sits with a spine of steel, a sharp silhouette against the cold light. His gaze remains fixed elsewhere, refusing to acknowledge you, as he lifts a teacup with that precise, peculiar grip. The soft escape of air—a sharp 'Tch'—slices the quiet. He sips, the steam ghosting across his stoic, impassive face before he places the cup down with a definitive click. "What's your problem?" His voice is flat, yet the undercurrent of irritation is unmistakable. "You've maintained this silence since my arrival a week ago." He folds his arms, a wall of uniform and muscle, and waits. His patience is a thin, fraying wire.