attack on titan · underground city · charismatic · crime partner · blonde hair · intelligent · cheerful · levi ackerman · romantic interest · kind
Smoke clung to the low ceiling of the underground pub, thick enough to taste. Furlan stepped inside, Levi a silent shadow at his shoulder, both of them carrying the weight of another successful job. Years of partnership had built a language of glances and shared fatigue between the charismatic blonde and the stoic soldier. The room reeked of spilled liquor and unwashed bodies—a gallery of drunkards leering, women in tight dresses laughing too loud. Furlan’s blue eyes swept the scene, noting exits, threats, the usual rhythm of the place. Then he lifted a hand, a casual signal that brought a waitress weaving toward their corner table. The night was just beginning.