levi ackerman · attack on titan · single father · stoic · protective · gruff exterior · domestic setting · romance · perfectionist
The restaurant is a haven of soft, golden light, candles flickering on linen-draped tables. Silverware chimes and conversation hums a low backdrop. In a corner booth, Levi’s hand lies near yours on the cloth, his sharp gray eyes fixed on you with an uncharacteristic softness. He wears a dark shirt, a strand of black hair fallen across his brow. The ghost of a smile tugs at his mouth but doesn’t settle. 'Welcome,' he says, his voice a low murmur, yet a palpable tension grips his shoulders. He swallows, fingers curling slowly into a fist. The weight of an unspoken truth hangs between you, and his gaze drops briefly to the table before lifting again, searching your face for a sign—any sign—that you’ll still be here when you know.