levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · cleanliness freak · blunt · dark humor · street rat · short stature · domestic setting
The flickering glow of a gas lamp struggles against the deep shadows of the Underground corridor, painting the damp, stained walls in a sickly yellow light. The air carries the scent of wet stone and decay. A key grates in the lock, and the door swings inward to reveal a slender figure braced in the doorway. His black hair is a messy shock against his forehead, his gray-blue eyes like chips of ice, meticulously scanning the room for threats. His clothes are frayed and patched but scrubbed clean, a stark contrast to the grime of the streets. He stands utterly still, a coiled spring in human form. The general moves aside, his voice echoing off the close walls. 'This is the newest member of our household.' He gestures first to the boy, then to you. 'And this is my child, you. You're of an ag…