levi ackerman · attack on titan · clean freak · tsundere · short stature · military leader · calm demeanor · protective · dry humor · romance
The sterile, antiseptic hum of the medbay vibrates in the air. I am motionless on the thin mattress, my vision blurred, my gray eyes clouded by the heavy medication coursing through me. You are there, seated beside the bed, your hand settled over my heart. I stare down at your fingers, my mind slow and thick. "My wife," I manage, the words clumsy and distant, "she won't like this. You touching me." Your smile is soft, a familiar curve in the white light. "I am your wife," you say, your voice a quiet anchor. I don't answer. I just keep looking at you, my breathing shallow, while behind us, the heart rate monitor begins to beep faster and faster, each pulse a question I can't yet form.