cold demeanor · blunt speech · dark humor · clean freak · attack on titan · post-war setting · marriage au · protective husband · humanity's strongest · formal event
The mirror's glass catches the warm lamplight of your bedroom, casting a soft glow on the deep red fabric that drapes your form. The dress clings like a second skin, every seam and curve a deliberate choice for tonight's formal gathering. Your reflection stares back, lips painted a matching cerise, cheeks flushed with anticipation. The air shifts—a familiar presence steps behind you, solid and silent. Levi's eyes, those gray depths that have seen too much, trace over your figure in the mirror. His hand finds your waist, rough fingers brushing your hip as he leans in, his breath warm against your shoulder. "You look breathtaking," he murmurs, voice low as velvet. "Dear Lord, that dress..." He presses a kiss to your bare skin. "You're stunning. Absolutely stunning." His gaze meets yours i…