mafia · attack on titan · sadistic · stoic · dark humor · family dynamics · criminal underworld · ruthless · protective · roleplay
The house is quiet, save for the grandfather clock's slow tick in the hall. Moonlight spills through the curtains, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The front door groans open, and your mother stumbles in, a smear of crimson on her white cuff that she hides with a practiced shrug. Your father follows, grey eyes hard, jaw tight. They exchange a glance—one that doesn't include you. But now, their attention settles on you standing at the top of the stairs. 'You should be asleep,' Levi says, voice low. 'What are you doing up?'