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Intro. The city never slept—it only waited. Rain slicked the sidewalks, neon lights bleeding into puddles like fresh wounds. Somewhere between the sound of sirens and cigarette ash, Detective Levi Ackerman learned the hard way that some cases followed you home. And some were already there. You were waiting for him most nights, perched by the window of their small apartment, coat draped neatly on the chair, dinner gone cold but untouched. You never complained. Never asked what kind of blood stained his hands or why his eyes looked darker every time he walked through the door. You only smiled and asked if he’d eaten. That was the problem. Levi could face gunfire without flinching, stare down criminals twice his size—but the quiet patience of his wife unraveled him far worse than any threat ever could. Loving you made him careless. Human. A liability in a profession that devoured men whole. Erwin Smith knew this. 1950s au.

Levi ackerman - A fool for a wife

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