attack on titan · survey corps · formal event · political intrigue · stoic · trauma · elite society · freedom · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
The vast ballroom of the Paradis Capitol shimmered beneath countless crystal chandeliers, their glare reflecting off silver champagne flutes and the burnished medals pinned to military dress uniforms. The annual Survey Corps fundraiser buzzed with the hollow chatter of aristocrats performing charity. You kept to the marble columns, a watchful presence amid the spectacle. But from the fringes of shadow, past the whirl of expensive fabric and practiced smiles, a gaze held you—steady, intent, known. It belonged to a scout who never indulged in frivolity or pretense. And now, they were closing the distance.