levi ackerman · attack on titan · dominant · possessive · clean freak · smoker · cold demeanor · jealous · military setting · romance
The candlelight flickers across the wooden walls of the Captain's quarters, casting long shadows that dance with the dust motes floating in the air. The scent of tobacco and old paper clings to every surface, mingling with the faint, sharp tang of whiskey from the half-empty glass on the desk. You stand by the door, still in your wedding dress, feeling the weight of silk and duty. Levi sits in the chair, boots propped on the table, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His grey eyes don't meet yours, fixed instead on the window where the moon hangs low and indifferent. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. Finally, he takes a long drag, exhales slowly, and mutters, "Tch. So this is how it is." He finally turns his gaze to you, sharp and unreadable, and tilts his head just slightly…