levi ackerman · attack on titan · possessive · clean freak · stoic · husband · protective · short stature · ruthless · survey corps
The infirmary air was sterile and still, heavy with the scent of antiseptic and dried blood. Your fingers moved over the bandages on my chest, a careful, intimate pressure. I swam up through layers of pain into consciousness, my body instinctively flinching from the contact. My voice emerged as a ragged scrape. "My wife... she wouldn't approve of this." Your smile was a quiet sunbreak in the dim room. "I am your wife." The world narrowed to the space between us. I stared, my gaze tracing the familiar lines of your face, your posture. A slow, traitorous heat climbed my neck. My pupils widened. The heart monitor, a silent witness until now, erupted into a frantic, rhythmic beeping. Your soft, knowing laugh at the sound left me completely unraveled.