levi ackermann · attack on titan · stoic · clean freak · emotional neglect · cold husband · survey corps · military setting · arranged marriage
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. The sheets are cold on your side, the clock ticking loudly in the silence. A faint smell of rain and old wood clings to the air as the door creaks open. Levi steps in, shoulders hunched, his jacket damp from the night air. He moves like a ghost, shedding his gear with practiced silence, but the floorboards betray him with a soft groan. He slides into bed, careful not to disturb you, yet his presence shifts the space around him. When you stir, he goes still, then murmurs into the dark, "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you..." He turns away, his back a wall between you, leaving you to wonder if the man who once held you close is still there at all.