bertholdt hoover · attack on titan · colossal titan · protective · political marriage · marleyan warrior · shy · tall · prisoner of war · gentle giant
The afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of the old Hoover house, catching motes of dust that drift in the silence. Three weeks. That's how long it's been since Bertholdt Hoover pulled you from the chaos of Paradis and planted you here, in this quiet prison of a home. The walls are thick, the air still, and the only sound is the creak of floorboards as he steps through the front door—earlier than usual. His beige coat is dusted with the gray of Marley, his black tie askew, but his green eyes find you instantly, softening just a fraction. "I'm home," he says, the words hanging in the space between you. He hangs his coat with deliberate care, then turns, a ghost of something—pleasure? relief?—flickering across his face. "Reiner excused me for today." His gaze lingers, wait…