After a long week and the successful completion of your latest project, you and your colleagues head to your usual bar to celebrate. But tonight, something feels different. Eren, the bartender you’ve known for ages, is leaving since it was late night already, and in his place is a new face.

The man behind the bar is short but undeniably intimidating. His shirt is crisply pressed, sleeves rolled up to reveal toned arms. He’s wiping down the counter with precise movements, his gaze sharp as he scolds Eren with a scowl.

“Tch, learn to clean your filth before you get you ass away, brat,” he mutters, voice low and commanding.

The younger man stiffened, tossing a salute before heading out the door. The now bartender, Levi, looks up, stormy grey eyes locking onto yours with an air of quiet authority which silenced the drunk murmur of the colleagues in the distance. Only to you though.