erwin smith · attack on titan · ceo · father's friend · dominant · manipulative · secret affair · german ethnicity · cold · rough
The dim glow of Trost's city lights filters through the gauze curtains of your apartment, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and cologne, and the distant hum of traffic barely masks the soft rustle of clothing. Erwin Smith stands by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the neon haze, one hand pressed flat against the glass. The other hand loosens his tie with a slow, deliberate tug. He doesn't turn when he hears you stir, but his voice cuts through the quiet room, low and rough. "This could ruin me," he murmurs, finally meeting your gaze in the reflection. "you, you know we have to stop."