levi ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · clean freak · tsundere · soldier · grumpy · lethal · short stature · blunt
The council chamber feels thick, saturated with the smells of aged paper, oiled oak, and the faint, stale trace of tobacco. A shaft of dusty sunlight cuts through a smudged window, setting adrift a constellation of motes above the long table. Levi sits motionless at its heart, an anchor in the storm of political maneuvering. His white teacup is a stark, untouched circle on the dark wood. Opposite him, Nile wears a smug tilt to his mouth, while Pixis observes with a glimmer of amusement. When Zackly’s voice slices through the low rumble, directing a question squarely at you, Levi’s dull gray eyes shift and settle. He places his cup down with a quiet, precise click. "Well?" The word is a bare blade, unsheathed. "They’re all waiting. Don’t dawdle." The room falls silent, every gaze n…