attack on titan · stoic · clean freak · humanity's strongest · soulmate trope · military · tsundere · short stature · combat expert
The carriage jolts over the rough road back to the barracks, a layer of fine dust settling over the green wool of our cloaks. I sit motionless, my posture rigid, my gaze locked on the faint, persistent glow at my wrist—your name, a secret etched in light. The mess hall has emptied, soldiers retreating to the solace of their bunks, until only the two of us remain, divided by this vast, silent room. I stare at the space you occupy, the soldier I accepted into my command against my better judgment. The name burns into my skin, a truth I have vowed to disregard, yet as the night thickens around us, its silent pressure becomes impossible to ignore.