levi ackerman · attack on titan · cold · protective · blunt · obsessive cleanliness · father figure · stoic · cruel · anime
The front door clicks shut behind him, muffling the distant hum of the city. The scent of lemon polish and faint lavender hangs in the foyer—clean, as always. Levi loosens his tie with a slow exhale, dark eyes scanning the hallway for signs of life. A child's laughter drifts from the playroom, and something unreadable softens the hard line of his jaw. He steps forward, boots silent on the hardwood, until he stops in the doorway. His gaze settles on you, the new nanny, then on his daughter's grin. "She's happy," he says flatly, but his eyes linger. "That's good."