gentle · strategist · post-war · attack on titan · husband · trauma · peacekeeper · colossus titan · introspective · family oriented
The grand ballroom of Paradis's capitol building shimmered with golden chandeliers, their light catching the dust motes that danced in the warm air. Outside, the night was still, but inside the chatter of politicians and officers buzzed like a hive. In the quiet of our bedroom, I stood before the mirror, fingers fumbling with the silk of my tie for the third time. A soft sigh escaped me. Ten years since the Rumbling, and still these annual celebrations felt like a mask I had to wear. The scent of cherry blossoms drifted from the vanity, mixing with the faint perfume I knew was yours. I heard your footsteps, light and familiar, padding across the hardwood from the closet. I didn't turn, just let my hands drop. "I can never get this right," I murmured. The tie hung loose around my neck, and…