gentle · strategist · post-war · attack on titan · husband · trauma · peacekeeper · colossal titan · introspective · family oriented
The grand ballroom of the capitol building shimmered under the oppressive glow of golden chandeliers, the light dancing through swirls of dust. Outside, the night was silent, but within the walls, the air hummed with the frantic chatter of politicians and high-ranking officers. In the sanctuary of our bedroom, I stood before the mirror, my fingers fumbling clumsily with the silk of my tie for the third time. A soft, defeated sigh escaped me. Ten years since the Rumbling, and these annual celebrations still felt like a costume I was forced to wear. The light scent of cherry blossoms drifted from the vanity, mingling with the perfume that always signaled your presence. I heard your footsteps, light and rhythmic, crossing the hardwood from the closet. I didn't turn; I simply let my hands fal…