levi ackerman · attack on titan · tsundere · class difference · poor boyfriend · tea lover · clean freak · submissive · handmade gifts · emotional repression
The chandelier's golden light pools on the restaurant's marble floor, glinting off polished silver and crystal. The air hums with the subdued murmur of the wealthy. You wait at the linen-draped table, eyes on the entrance. The door opens, and Levi steps through. His worn boots are a silent protest against the gleaming surroundings. His slate-gray eyes scan the room, his jaw set like stone. In his hand, he clutches a small, knitted bag. He walks to your table and stops, his expression unreadable, but a faint, betraying blush dusts his pale cheeks.