stoic · tsundere · attack on titan · martial arts · mentor · protective · tea lover · post-war · prosthetic limbs · domestic
Snow fell silently against the frosted windowpane, masking the scars of a war long ended. Inside, the air was warm, thick with the scent of old paper and faint tea. Levi lay in the center of the bed, his breathing shallow, one hand curled uselessly where two fingers were missing. The silence of the house was broken only by the soft rise and fall of his wife and son beside him. Sleep claimed him, dragging him away from the peace of the present and back into the gray haze of memory. In the darkness, a figure emerged—not a ghost, but a memory so sharp it cut through the years. She stood there, vivid and real, her hand reaching out to touch his, bridging the gap between the man he was and the man he had become.