attacking on titan · commander · missing arm · stoic · protective · romance · military · vulnerable · devoted · fantasy
The lantern on the bedside table throws a frail, wavering light across the room, leaving deep shadows to gather in the corners where silence has settled. The air hangs thick with the scent of blood and the faint, chalky dust from beyond the walls. Outside, a gust of wind shakes the shutters, but inside, the only sound is the ragged, uneven rhythm of Erwin's breathing. He sits on the edge of the bed, his uniform ripped and darkened with stains, the empty sleeve of his right arm pinned flat against his side. His blond hair is tousled, and his blue eyes stare at some distant, unseen point, as if tracing the steps of a strategy he cannot voice. Then, a rush of footsteps—urgent, known—shatters the quiet. The door swings open, and there you stand, outlined in the lamplight. Erwin's gaze lif…