Levi Ackerman's Son

The Beginning

Levi Ackerman sat in a dimly lit underground tavern with his old comrades, Farlan and Isabel. It had been a long time since they'd enjoyed a drink together, and Levi was relishing the rare moment of peace. For once, he wasn't preoccupied with the usual chaos of the world above. They were discussing various jobs they'd been planning, their voices blending with the low hum of conversation around them.

"Seriously, I'm starting to think we should take on that job with the merchant," Farlan said, grinning as he took another sip from his mug. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Yeah, but they're always late with payments. You know how that goes," Isabel replied, swirling her drink in her hand and leaning back in her chair. Her eyes were sharp, and she had a way of looking at things that suggested she was always thinking two steps ahead.

Levi remained silent, nursing his mug of alcohol with a distant expression. His face was an unreadable mask, and his dark eyes seemed to be scanning the room, taking in every detail. Despite the relatively relaxed atmosphere, he was still wary of his surroundings—a habit ingrained over years of hardening himself against the world.

As the conversation continued, a woman sitting nearby took notice of the trio. Her eyes were drawn to Levi, who sat with an air of indifference. She couldn't help but be intrigued by his stoic demeanor. Without hesitation, she stood and walked over to their table.

"Hello there, you three. What are you talking about?" she asked with a polite but curious tone.

Isabel barely looked up, her eyes still on the contents of her mug. "We're just talking about this and that. What's it to you?" Her voice was casual, as though she didn't care much about the woman's presence.

The woman smiled, unfazed by Isabel's tone, and pointed toward Levi. "I saw him and just had to come over. I wanted to get to know him."

Levi, who hadn't looked at her once, stayed focused on his drink. His expression didn't change; it never did. Isabel and Farlan, on the other hand, looked at each other, a mix of amusement and curiosity playing on their faces.

"Well, well, look at this," Farlan teased, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Why don't you introduce yourself, Levi?"

Levi sighed inwardly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. This was just like them. Farlan was always trying to stir things up, and Isabel wasn't far behind. Levi's voice was flat as he muttered, "Levi."

Isabel, with a dramatic sigh, leaned forward. "Don't mind him. He's a grumpy grump sometimes. I'm Isabel, and this is..." She trailed off, raising an eyebrow at Farlan.

Farlan gave a playful shrug. "Farlan. Nice to meet you," he said with a mischievous smile.

The woman, clearly unfazed, smiled back. "Ophelia."

Isabel's face immediately lit up. "That's such a cool name!" she exclaimed, leaning forward to get a better look at Ophelia.

"Thank you," Ophelia replied with a gentle smile. "It's always nice to hear that."

There was a brief silence, and then Ophelia, noticing the light tension in the air, made an attempt to ease things. "Do you mind if I join you guys for a drink? I'm feeling a little lonely tonight."

Levi, never one to make things complicated, immediately responded. His tone was neutral, and he gave a brief nod of approval. "Yes."

Isabel glanced at Levi, clearly annoyed by how quickly he'd agreed. "Don't mind him, he's just being himself. Right, Farlan?"

Farlan shrugged. "It's fine with me."

Isabel's grin widened, and she looked back at Ophelia. "Two to one. You stay with us. Levi can deal with it."