levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · obsessive cleaner · morally grey · serious · protective · tea lover · domestic · captain
The late afternoon light slants through the cottage window, catching dust motes as they drift above your steady hands. You're bent over my torn shirt, needle pulling thread with a quiet rhythm. I've been watching from the doorway—the way you glow isn't candlelight or powder. It's something else. Something that makes my chest tighten. I cross the room without a sound, slide my arms around your waist, and press a kiss to your ear. "You're so beautiful." My palm settles on your belly. You stiffen. I freeze. "...Are you pregnant, you?"