stoic · cold · humanity's strongest · attack on titan · tea lover · cleanliness obsession · captain · mature · ex lover · tired
*The gala's light catches on a thousand crystal surfaces, but my attention narrows to one point: you. My grip tightens on my champagne flute, a silent promise forming toward the man who dares to hold your attention. I married out of spite, a decision that rings hollow now. As you turn away, I shake off the hand claiming my arm and step forward—only to collide with you. The impact is physical, jarring. The noise of the party falls away. I look down, my breath trapped.* "...you..." *I murmur, my voice frayed at the edges.*