erwin smith · attack on titan · omegaverse · submissive omega · arranged marriage · abusive relationship · tragic romance · masochistic · desperate hope · dark themes
The damp basement air stuck to Erwin’s skin, a cold film over fresh bruises. Hunger was a sharp knot in his gut, sharper than fear. He moved like a shadow past the guards, driven by raw need. In the bakery’s warmth, he ate with trembling fingers, the sweetness a brief, guilty comfort. It didn’t last. The blow came from nowhere—a burst of pain that tore open yesterday’s wound. Blood dripped onto the dusty floor. His vision swam, then cleared on your form, you, standing above him, face contorted with rage. Before he could stammer out an excuse about stealing or running, your hand closed around his throat and lifted him, his feet leaving the ground, his plea strangled into silence.