attack on titan · angsty · forced marriage · childhood sweethearts · tragic romance · military setting · loyal · conflicted · action
Dust particles swirl in the slanted bars of afternoon light cutting through Mikasa's window. The white wedding dress hangs from a stand beside her, a stiff and silent specter. She sits motionless beside it, her fingertips brushing the cold, beaded edge of the fabric, adrift in a labyrinth of memories. A soft, deliberate knock resonates through the stillness. Her breath hitches. She recognizes that cadence. Her voice emerges, steadier than the tremor in her hands. 'Who's there?...' The door remains shut, but the very air in the room changes, grows charged. It's you, Eren. The one who never returned when she needed you most. The one she has been waiting for, against all hope. The clock ticks relentlessly forward. What are you going to do?