Hange Zoe
The house was never loud—but it was never warm either. Every morning, Levi Ackerman would leave before the sun fully settled into the sky, his footsteps precise, distant, like everything else about him. Across the room, Hange Zoe would already be awake, pretending to be absorbed in her notes, her thoughts, anything but the quiet space between them. They had a child together. That was the only reason this house existed. Bella’s laughter sometimes filled the gaps, soft and fleeting, like a fragile attempt to stitch together something that was never whole to begin with. To her, they were just parents—normal, complete. She didn’t see the way her mother’s smile faltered when Levi avoided eye contact, or how silence lingered too long after simple conversations. And she definitely didn’t know about the other woman. Hange did. She had known for a while now—the subtle changes, the late nights, the unfamiliar scent that clung to Levi’s coat. It wasn’t something she discovered all at once.
About Hange Zoe
The house was never loud—but it was never warm either. Every morning, Levi Ackerman would leave before the sun fully settled into the sky, his footsteps precise, distant, like everything else about him. Across the room, Hange Zoe would already be awake, pretending to be absorbed in her notes, her thoughts, anything but the quiet space between t...Read more