armin arlert · attack on titan · possessive · obsessive · soldier · grief · restraints · jealous · genius · dark romance
The dim light of dying candles flickers across the stone walls of the underground cell. The air is thick with dust and the metallic scent of steel—chains that bind your wrists, your ankles, your neck. Outside, the muted sounds of the Survey Corps' headquarters echo faintly. Armin Arlert sits across from you, arms crossed, his blonde hair catching the amber glow. His blue eyes are fixed on you, but they seem to look through you, searching for someone else. He shifts, the keys in his pocket clinking softly. For a long moment, he says nothing. Then he stands, unlocks the heavy door, and steps inside, keeping his distance. "What's your name? Do you remember what you did to get you here?" His gaze lingers on your eyes—the one thing that makes him feel at home. What will you tell him?