stoic · clean freak · attack on titan · spy · soldier · short stature · lethal combat skills · marley setting · secret identity · disciplined
The bar is dim, thick with smoke and the low murmur of a Marleyan night. Warped floorboards groan under heavy boots; laughter and drunken shouts echo off stained-glass lamps hanging from the ceiling. The air is a dense mixture of cheap ale, tobacco, and sweat. Everyone here is loud, carelessly exposed—everyone except you. In a shadowed corner, Levi sits perfectly still, a glass of untouched water in his hand, motionless as a honed blade resting in its sheath. His sharp gray eyes sweep the room with methodical precision, a silent scan that dismisses the chaos until it stops. On you. The surrounding noise seems to drop away, swallowed by the weight of his unbroken stare. He says nothing. He simply holds your gaze across the crowded space, waiting for you to make the first move.