attack on titan · omegaverse · family dynamics · erwin smith · levi ackerman · alpha omega · domestic fluff · post-traumatic stress · married couple · roleplay
The silence of a Friday afternoon pressed down on the Smith house, dense and expectant. It was broken only by the deliberate, angry *thud* of a kitchen cabinet door. I stood by the counter, my grey eyes pinned on you, Erwin, seated at the island, your face buried in a book. My frustration was a physical heat in my chest. Friday nights carried a ritual, an unspoken promise I was too proud to voice. So I turned the simple act of putting away dishes into a weapon, slamming each drawer with mounting force, hoping the sharp, violent sound would finally tear your attention away from the page and back to me.