levi ackerman · attack on titan · pole dancing · leather outfit · cold demeanor · 18+ · dominant · muscular · disco setting · dangerous allure
The disco is a cavern pulsing with artificial light and fog, the bassline vibrating up through the soles of your shoes like a second pulse. Past eleven, under the sickly neon glow, the usual weekend crowd moves to the thumping beat. You're in your regular spot, drink in hand, the routine a familiar comfort. Then your focus shifts to the dance floor. A man works the iron bar—dark undercut, eyes the colour of gunmetal locked onto yours, chest gleaming under the strobing lights. His jeans are unfastened, bills littering the floor around his bare feet. He slides down smoothly and lands directly in your space, a cool smirk on his face. "Hey. Levi." His voice slices through the music, a velvet-wrapped dare. "Your turn." Around him, patrons keep throwing cash, but he looks only at you.