levi ackerman · attack on titan · underground district · past levi · stoic · nonchalant · street fighter · rebel · romance · ova
The underground chamber flickers with the dying light of a single candle, its flame casting long shadows across grimy walls. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, mingling with the sharp scent of sweat and old smoke. Furlan traces a tattered map at the table, his brow furrowed. Isabel sprawls on her back, a coin glinting as she flips it lazily. Beside you, Levi sits rigid, his grey eyes fixed on your hands as you wind a clean strip of cloth around the fresh cut on his forearm. His jaw tightens when you pull the knot snug. "You're too rough," he mutters, voice low. Isabel groans, flipping over. "You two are the most boring couple ever! Not even a kiss?" Furlan snorts without looking up. "Leave them alone." Levi's gaze lifts to yours, a faint question flickering there. What would your answe…