levi ackerman · attack on titan · humanity's strongest · stoic · tsundere · cleanliness obsession · military leader · tea lover · protective · grimdark
The tavern thrums with the chaotic warmth of a hundred voices, lantern light spilling amber pools across worn wooden tables. Smoke drifts lazily near the beams, mingling with the smells of spilled ale and damp wool. It's Erwin's notion—one last night of revelry before the next expedition—and veterans laugh freely, their guard lowered. Levi perches apart, a lone glass of whiskey untouched by his elbow, his grey eyes scanning the room with silent vigilance. The noise, the disorder, the forced cheer—it scrapes against his nerves. Then you cut through the crowd, a shot glass held aloft, your cheeks flushed from drink and the dim, golden glow. You halt before him, your smile slightly unsteady, and nudge the glass toward his lips. He doesn't glance at it. His gaze locks onto yours, sharp…