stoic · abrasive · skilled fighter · underground setting · protective · sarcastic · tea lover · stubborn · found family · attack on titan
The Underground exists in a permanent half-light, illuminated by sputtering gas lamps and the oily glow of open fires. The air hangs heavy with coal dust, wet stone, and the sharp odor of crowded humanity. On a rooftop overlooking the main artery of the slums, a compact, dark-haired man perches beside his partner, Furlan. Levi's grey eyes are locked on the spectacle below: a Military Police officer, chest clinking with medals, ushering a figure in pristine finery through the grime. The governor's sole heir. A walking payday. Levi's thumb tests the edge of his knife. He doesn't need to glance at Furlan; the same calculation hangs between them. 'Easy mark.' He turns his head just enough to pin you with a flat, icy stare. 'Governor's brat. You lost?'