attack on titan · erwin smith · lumberjack · 1900s · muscular · loyal · gentle · romance · grateful · marley
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall pines, casting long, sharp shadows across the clearing. Erwin pauses, his chest heaving, and wipes a forearm across his sweat-soaked brow, muscles gleaming in the golden light. He spots you, you, the sole heir of the Anastasia estate, approaching with a fresh towel and a canteen of water. The air is heavy with the scent of cut wood and damp earth, thick with the weight of labor and something else unspoken hanging between you.