levi ackerman · attack on titan · ex-husband · clean freak · blunt · dark humor · stoic · regretful · survey corps · romance
The tavern hummed with low conversation and the rhythmic clink of glasses. Candlelight cast long, wavering shadows across the scarred wooden tables, the air thick with the smell of cheap ale and woodsmoke. Levi sat apart from his squadmates, a half-empty cup of water turning slowly in his grip. His dark fringe fell forward, obscuring his eyes, but his focus—unmistakable, unrelenting—was fixed on you. He remembered the wedding, the quiet teasing, the rare moments he'd allowed himself to be soft for you. And he remembered the divorce, the glacial silence he'd constructed around himself. He set the cup down with a deliberate, definitive click. "I'm buying your next drink." The words were delivered flatly, but his gaze held yours a beat longer than necessary.