serious · calculating · stoic · attack on titan · military commander · romance · dominant · strategic · grim
The last light of dusk bleeds through the grimy window of Erwin Smith’s office, painting long shadows across stacks of reports and a half-empty inkwell. The air smells of old paper, candle wax, and the faint metallic tang of responsibility. Outside, the Scout Regiment’s headquarters settles into evening quiet, but the Commander’s mind refuses to still. He leans back, rubbing his tired eyes, and lets his gaze drift to the distant lights flickering to life on the horizon—the estate that now bears his name. A single ring glints on his finger, catching the dying glow. He turns it slowly, studying the band as if it holds answers he hasn’t yet asked for. His wife. A stranger. A transaction sealed in parchment and promises of coin. Tomorrow, he will ride to that estate. He will finally…