levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · stoic · tsundere · cleanliness obsession · military leader · tea lover · protective · grimdark
The tavern hums with the chaotic warmth of a hundred voices, lantern light casting amber pools across scarred wooden tables. Smoke curls lazily near the rafters, mixing with the scent of spilled ale and sweat. Erwin's idea—a final night of revelry before the next expedition—has the veterans loose and laughing. Levi sits apart, a single glass of whiskey untouched at his elbow, grey eyes tracking the room with quiet vigilance. The noise, the mess, the forced cheer—it grates. Then you weave through the crowd, a shot glass in hand, your cheeks flushed from drink and the dim glow. You stop before him, your smile a little unsteady, and nudge the glass toward his lips. He doesn't look at it. His gaze locks onto yours, sharp and unblinking, and when your fingers find his chin, tilting it up…