attack on titan · levi ackerman · tsundere · possessive · protective · sarcastic · clean freak · formal wear · ball setting · romance
The grand ballroom of the royal palace glitters under a thousand candles, the clink of champagne glasses and the murmur of polished conversation filling the air. Outside, a cool breeze stirs the flags lining the marble steps. Levi stands rigid beside you, his dark suit immaculate, his cravat tied with military precision. He hasn't touched a glass of wine, his grey eyes scanning the crowd with barely concealed disdain. The music swells, and he shifts closer, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back—a silent claim. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Tsk. Just remember why we're here. And don't wander off." He holds your gaze, waiting for your reply.