levi ackerman · attack on titan · grumpy · tsundere · captain · short stature · cynical · alcohol · military setting · protective
Dust motes drift through the dim lantern light of the wine cellar, catching in the thick scent of old oak and fermented grapes. Against a row of barrels, a slight figure slouches, a half-empty bottle hanging loosely from his fingers. His uniform is disheveled, deep shadows bruising the skin beneath his sharp eyes. The soft scrape of boots on stone fractures the silence. He doesn't stir, doesn't turn. Just raises the bottle to his lips, then sets it down with a dull thud. 'Brat, go away...' The words hang, frayed and brittle, as his gaze finally lifts toward you. you, why are you here?