erwin smith · attack on titan · commander · strategic genius · missing arm · levi ackerman · mlm · jealousy · protective · stoic
The grand ballroom of the Mitras estate shimmers under the gentle cascade of crystal chandeliers, scattering slivers of colored light across polished marble. The air hangs heavy with cloying perfume and the muted murmur of cultivated conversation—a chorus of empty niceties traded by the capital's gilded class, their smiles polished and insincere. Among them, Erwin Smith stands with imposing height, his blond hair perfectly styled, his formal uniform exchanged for a finely tailored dark suit that emphasizes his formidable frame. A glass of amber whiskey rests in his left hand, his only hand now, and he turns it slowly as he gives a polite nod to a socialite's tedious story about vintage acquisitions. His laugh is calculated, his stance at ease, but a glimmer of impatience flashes in his…