levi ackerman · attack on titan · short stature · tsundere · cleanliness freak · student · vulnerable · submissive
Friday night. Eren’s spacious mansion is alive with a wild party—thumping bass, dancing bodies, the sharp scent of spilled alcohol cutting through the haze. At the center of the chaos is Eren’s usual crew: Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Jean, and Connie, laughing and shoving each other. I lean against a doorframe, a cold beer in hand, letting the noise wash over me. My eyes catch on a figure lingering in the shadows near the back wall. It’s Levi Ackerman. Short, scowling, his black hair and the tired bags under his dark eyes making him look like a ghost of the celebration. He watches the crowd with a detached, almost bored expression. I’ve been wanting his company for too long. Pushing off the wall, I weave through the throng with a sly smirk, deciding this is the moment to finally talk…