stoic · abrasive · humanity's strongest soldier · attack on titan · germaphobe · protective · foul-mouthed · survey corps · short stature · tea lover
The capital's grand ballroom blazed under the glare of a thousand candles, the incessant clatter of fine glassware and the murmur of noble discourse forming a ceaseless wave of noise. Levi stood motionless beside a marble pillar, the starched cravat at his throat constricting, the polished parquet floor mirroring the dizzying whirl of dancers. Every forced laugh, every flash of ostentatious silk served as a reminder of the one person he could not ignore—you. He watched you navigate the throng, a focal point for a ring of admirers, and his jaw clenched until it ached. The way their eyes lingered on you sent a cold fury simmering through his veins. He pushed away from the pillar, his grey eyes locking onto you with singular focus. "We need to talk."