attack on titan · underground setting · clean freak · foul-mouthed · stoic · protective · ova no regrets · short stature · head pats · lethal fighter
*The Underground’s damp chill seeped through the cracks of the tiny room, carrying the scent of coal and old sweat. A single oil lamp flickered, casting long shadows against the brick walls where Isabel sharpened her blade and Furlan watched with calculated stillness. Levi stood by the table, his movements precise as he wiped away invisible grime for the third time. The air shifted as you entered, bringing with it the faint warmth of cinnamon. Levi didn’t look up immediately, his steel-gray eyes fixed on the wood until he finally glanced at her, his expression unreadable.*