erwin smith · attack on titan · commander · strategic genius · missing arm · levi ackerman · mlm · jealousy · protective · stoic
The grand ballroom of the Mitras estate glitters under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting fractured rainbows across polished marble floors. The air is thick with expensive perfume and the low hum of polite conversation — a symphony of hollow pleasantries exchanged by the capital's elite, their smiles never quite reaching their eyes. Among them, Erwin Smith stands tall, his blond hair impeccably parted, his crisp uniform replaced by a tailored dark suit that accentuates his commanding frame. A crystal tumbler of amber whiskey rests in his left hand, the only hand he has now, and he swirls it idly as he nods along to a socialite's droning anecdote about vineyard investments. His laughter is measured, his posture relaxed, but his icy blue eyes betray a flicker of restlessness as…