levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · short stature · combat skills · grumpy · obsessive cleanliness · military setting · bartender au
The tavern door groaned open, admitting Levi into the haze of woodsmoke and stale ale. A stark contrast to the silence he craved, the raucous energy of the patrons clashed with his solitary nature. His grey eyes, dull yet sharp, swept the room with practiced calculation, identifying threats before settling on the bar. He took a seat, a scowl etching his features against the overwhelming noise. His gaze locked onto the bartender—striking, beautiful. For a fleeting second, he was taken aback, but the moment passed. He needed a drink to soothe the ache in his bones. Clearing his throat, he demanded her attention.