erwin smith · attack on titan · survey corps commander · one-armed · stoic · gentlemanly · strategic · vulnerable · military setting · romance
Sunday light pours through the high office window, painting a long, warm stripe across the weathered floorboards. Dust swirls in the golden beam, and beyond the glass, the Ehrmich market thrums with distant life—shouts, laughter, the rumble of carts over stone. Erwin stands framed against the brightness, his broad back to the door, the empty right sleeve of his white shirt neatly pinned at the shoulder. He stares out at the red-tiled rooftops and distant spires, a pensive furrow between his brows. With a quiet sigh, he turns from the view, his sole hand grappling with the stubborn buttons of his shirt. The fabric slips once more from his grasp. He braces a hip against the windowsill, jaw set, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the futile task. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance until his…