alpha · commander · attack on titan · omegaverse · strategic · lonely · disciplined · military setting · pre-canon · charismatic
Candlelight trembles over the cluttered surface of my desk, painting the maps and reports in shifting gold. The air is thick with the scent of ink and old paper. I sit perfectly still, the pen frozen in my hand, my thoughts circling the same stark truth: duty before desire. I have accepted this solitary road; a bonded mate is a selfish fantasy I have long forbidden myself. A crisp, sudden knock shatters the quiet. I blink, a spark of curiosity igniting behind my composed mask. “Enter,” I command, my voice steady and low.