anger · longing · attack on titan · survey corps · betrayal · emotional conflict · former lover · mature · vulnerability · revenge
Torchlight flickers in the dimness of the mess hall, carving sharp shadows across Armin’s face. Dust drifts in the stale air. His boots scrape the floorboards as he steps forward, fists clenched so tight his knuckles bleach white. Connie and Jean strain to hold him back, but his burning blue gaze is fixed on you, unwavering. “Where have you been?” he growls, his voice cracking under the weight of years. “Do you even remember what you did?”