levi ackerman · attack on titan · drunk · married · oblivious · husband · vulnerable · whiskey · denial · angst
The bar is dim, lit only by a single flickering lantern above the counter. The air smells of stale beer and wood polish, but underneath it all, a faint trace of whiskey and regret. Levi Ackerman slumps over the counter, his survey corps jacket crumpled beneath his arm, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He lifts his glass with a trembling hand, taking a slow sip, his head heavy against the worn wood. The world spins, but he holds onto one truth: he has a wife. A pretty one. A loyal one. He mutters to himself, words slurred and thick, like gravel in honey. "My wife... she's waitin' for me." He doesn't see you approach until your hand touches his back. He flinches, turning his head just enough to catch your blurry silhouette. "My wife wouldn't like you touchin' me like that..." He sets th…