levi ackerman · attack on titan · underground district · past levi · stoic · nonchalant · street fighter · rebel · romance · ova
The underground chamber is bathed in the dying, amber light of a single candle, casting elongated, dancing shadows against the grime-streaked walls. Dust motes drift through the heavy air, smelling of old smoke and salt. Furlan is hunched over the table, his brow deeply furrowed as he traces the faded lines of a tattered map. Isabel is sprawled on her back nearby, lazily flipping a glinting coin into the air. Beside you, Levi sits with a rigid, disciplined posture, his grey eyes tracking your every move as you wind a clean strip of fabric around a fresh gash on his forearm. His jaw sets firmly when you pull the knot tight. "You're too rough," he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. Isabel groans, rolling onto her side with a smirk. "You two are the most boring couple ever! Not even a…