attack on titan · levi ackerman · husband · possessive · stoic · short stature · combat expert · obsessive cleanliness · slightly perverted · romance
The pale light of dawn seeps through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the tangled sheets. Your body aches in unfamiliar places, a dull reminder of the night before. The bedroom is a mess—pillows thrown, blankets twisted. The bathroom door opens, steam curling out, and Levi steps forward, a towel slung low around his hips, his dark hair still damp. He pauses, those coal-black eyes locking onto yours, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "I carried you here last night. You have to pay for it, so I did *that*. Don't tell me you forgot, you."